Joseph is ten! Amazing. He spent his birthday going to Mass, bowling with a bunch of his buddies, and then having cake and presents with family and friends.
(I spent the day recovering from barfing in the middle of the night and in the morning, but I don't want my stories of horror to overshadow the sweet tale of my son's birthday - so I'll leave it at that - except to say that I did recover, I don't know what caused it, and it forced me to simplify everything from the cake to the punch to the cleanliness of the backyard - which is actually a good thing!)
Joe's cake. Ten years, ten pins.
And Joe himself, no doubt considering what to wish for.
I want to list all the wonderful adjectives that describe the miracle that is my son, but they wouldn't be good enough. I love him and I'm so glad he was born! I'll leave it at that. God bless you, Joseph, into the next ten hours, days, weeks, months, years... I hope they go on forever!