He wouldn't let me share any photos of himself... Nobody will anymore! When I started blogging in 2008 that wasn't an issue. I got sunny smiles all the time. Now- they say "You can take the photo but don't show it to anyone and don't Instagram it!!" And then they check it on the bus with their friends and friends phones since neither of them have smart phones. And it's weird and cool at the same time, that they do that... and that their friends follow me on Instagram. (Hi Kids!)
Anyway, our house has a tradition of waking the birthday person up with a candle-lit cupcake and a really tune-deaf version of "Happy Birthday." Joe is so predictable I almost don't even ask anymore. It's always the same. Carrot cake, rootbeer etc. This year was walking tacos for dinner- (If you don't know what that is, you take a bag of doritos and kind of crunch it up, then spoon all your taco fixing right into the bag and eat them out of the bag, with a fork. The bag is essentially your taco shell.) They were a huge hit. And I realized that the only requirement for making a teenage boy's birthday successful is plenty of food, soda and the wii for hours on end. I think we are all still recovering. Ha!
Joe doesn't like a big fuss of decorations and pretty plates and such but I don't care... I wrapped all his gifts in wood grain and black and gray papers and got him black and white balloons and cute straws regardless of how he felt. I tried to make things more manly by putting things into galvanized buckets that I've acquired throughout the past few years. They work for so many things! He seemed pleased but I think he was more excited about his new electric guitar amp. (He saved up and bought himself an electric guitar and I'll have to add a video clip of his playing one of these days. It's starting to sound really good!)
I was heartbroken about missing my Grammy's funeral but I just couldn't make it work- we had wrestling tournaments and award banquets and birthday plans and we would have had to miss all of those things that matter very much to my son. I couldn't have gone alone and not been there when he woke up on his birthday. Who would have told him the story of the day he was born? Flying was out of the question as its crazy expensive to fly into Montana... we used up all of our air miles to fly in and see her a few weeks ago right before she passed anyway. It was just sad all around and I was trying to be all celebratory but feeling all these emotions at the same time. Plus, Hello... I have a 14 year old son! What?!
Such is the heart of a Mama, isn't it? I think about all the times things were made special for me as a kid and who knows what was happening in my Mama's heart, God bless her.
So, now we head into Easter. What are your plans?