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Yesterday my Noah turned TWENTY ONE. Twenty one, y'all. Wow.

Twenty one years ago, we met this boy...this 9lb 4oz bundle...  

Yup, he was large. While unexpected, it was actually really nice that he was so big. There weren't worries about him being overly fragile...he was hefty...he was healthy...lugging him around helped burn off the weight I'd put on while pregnant, lol. 

These days I don't have to lug him around any more. :) Today, he's a mostly self-sufficient young man working toward graduating college next spring. He's enjoying this final year and being able to be more involved (now that things aren't all remote)...working with his senior project team and continuing with his grading position through the school...making his own budget and learning about financial decisions...cooking for himself and handling the adulty things. He's always been fairly comfortable in his own skin. It's a pleasure watching him figuring that all out.

Given that his birthday fell on a Tuesday, we didn't celebrate hugely...just picked him up at the end of a long school day (for him), grabbed some dinner and ate at home. We had a cake (technically, Whole Foods says it was a gateau basque...we're not sure exactly what that is, but it was delicious). We played some games. And then we took him back to his apartment to finish some homework. Exciting stuff. ;) 

But. Maybe that's all appropriate. Now that he's legally an adult and all, he gets that adulting isn't always fun and games. (Honestly, he's always gotten that.)

I am bummed, though, because our evening gathering means I wasn't really able to take decent photos and we didn't do any group photos. Alas.

Regardless, so proud to celebrate Noah! Looking forward to seeing what the future holds for him!