Our sweet (and sometimes sour) Firstborn went and turned SIXTEEN years old. We spent the weekend celebrating her.
She and her best buds have an informal Homeschool Fight Club (but the first thing about Homeschool Fight Club is you don’t talk about Homeschool Fight Club…), so she opted to spend her day shooting said pals at the nearby paintball course– because nothing says “happy birthday” like tactical warfare.
took two carloads full caught a bit of the action from this window into the course round after round they came out splattered with more paint but kept going back for more having worked up an appetite they came back to our place to snarf down pizza & chill in the garage (where they couldn’t get paint on anything important) we were basically permitted to drop off food and then leave… … but little do they know that Husband has security cams installed.
The next day she played a double-header of lacrosse games, despite giant welts all over her body, and then the following day we hosted her casual family BBQ at home.
she’s one tough cookie funniest gift ever (energy drinks, NOT beer) from her youngest uncle strawberry is her signature
I forgot to sneak a pic of the delectable spread of street tacos that Hubby whipped up at her request, or the mangonadas (her latest obsession) we served in lieu of cake.
It was a simple celebration but she was surrounded by folks who adore her. We’re tremendously proud of the beautiful, smart, tough, and talented woman she’s becoming, are grateful for the privilege of being her parents, and pray a blessing over her future.