Layner is Niner

A year or two ago, I read a short parenting article about the "half-time" of your child's life being their ninth birthday. This age, as with all of these new ages these birthdays are accompanied with, pulls at my heart strings because time has no regards to my feelings. I'm not ready for half time. But what a fun, crazy, amazing nine years we have had with our Troy Boy.

This is the hug you get when you gift your brother Minecraft.

 Grandpa and Grandma celebrating afar. Troy blew out the candle to their brownie. After all, "We're glad that it's your birthday, so we can party too! Hay!"