what a weekend.
what a week.
what a month.
i don't know if i've ever been so happy to see june in all my life. well, maybe that spring of sixth grade.
but amidst the craziness that is the end of school/mom of five/wife of a high school principal/sister to a grad, a year had officially past since we welcomed little henry indiana into our family. so, in the same weekend we celebrated my youngest sister completing school, we also celebrated the first year of life with our indie boy. our blue eyed, squinty smile, still redheaded, daddy junior, boy.
my papaw, who we lost a few years ago to dementia, was a farmer & indie's party was a sort of homage to him. his tee having the words, "support your local farmers" printed on it.
"sweet indie, your great papaw's name was jack. he would have given you rides in his john deere tractor. he would have let you steer his truck down their long gravel drive. he would have let you try on his polka dotted hat. he would have taught you to snort like a pig. and he would have definitely made you laugh. oh how he would have loved you indie boy."
half of the invitations may have gotten lost in the mail, but we partied at our home the sunday of memorial day weekend. it was a million degrees but i didn't even care because it wasn't raining. the babies, however, did care. so shortly after opening presents (quickly) & "smash caking" (barely) we all migrated indoors to the air conditioning where we actually got to enjoy some of the magical cake made by taproot farms.
welcome, friends, to indie's market...organic & home grown, established may 25, 2017. ;)
oh indie boy
you are so loved.
we didn't know
how much we needed you
and all your squinty eye smiles.
xoxo mom
my last first birthday party. EMOTIONS.
