Yesterday was Eli's 13th birthday.
We celebrated in spite of the fact that we had just buried Granddaddy the day before
because becoming a teenager is a momentous occasion.
We played our games and blew out the candles on his cake and opened his presents.
But....
if you look closely, you will see grief on these normally smiling faces.
I forgot to turn on the window lights.
Everyone was a little subdued.
We cried at the end of the party when we went around the room...
each of the twelve of us recalling what they most loved about Bubba.
Granddaddy would have wanted us to have this party,
Happy Birthday Eli.
I love your heart, your ways, your talent, your voice saying, "I love you, Gram."
🎂
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