Today, my first-born turns thirteen years old.
Those of you who have been reading here for a (very) long time will probably find this as improbable as I do, but I assure you, that tiny Cubby is indeed now a teenager.
Per his request, I no longer post photos of him, but I do have one of the knife he up and made yesterday:
He just . . . woke up and decided to make a knife. So he found a piece of scrap metal, cut it to shape, filed it, punched holes, and there's a blade.
Next he'll fire it in the forge he made with his dad last summer, then carve a walnut handle for it.
Because he can do all of those things. Along with hunting, baking, writing, gardening, training horses, splitting wood . . .
He is incredibly skilled at thirteen years of age. Certainly much more so than either of his parents were at that age. I can't wait to see what else he learns and does as he gets older.
Happiest of birthdays to Cubby, a truly remarkable boy.
Yeah, that is incredible. Happy birthday to him. And I wish for you a happy teenager, Mom and Dad.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday young man....I've known of you since you were born . No, it can't be thirteen years .
ReplyDeleteHappy, happy birthday! (belated)
ReplyDeleteLinda