Benjamin is 12 (A post complete with run-on Sentences!)

With the ushering in of the month and the great snowstorm we waited eagerly for, but didn't think would ever happen, but eventually did happen.. March 9th was here before we knew it. For some reason or another Benjamin's birthday tends to do that to me every year. We were super excited for his day. For one thing, the said snowstorm came 3 days prior and the 7 plus inches it brought with it eagerly melted away (for the most part). Our power which left us had returned and the Airsoft Party we'd all been super duper excited for was really going to happen. 

A week prior we'd taken in the pleasure of ordering an Airsoft Gun for the young man. It was only fitting that Benjamin should have a gun being that his party was an Airsoft Party and he would have been the only boy without the said party gun. So, the gun came, it was unwrapped, Colby was jealous and there were audible gasps of delight from the party-goers. We'd done good. I set out a table of requested snacks and the boys played hard all day long. From 1:30 to 5:00 I didn't see the young men much. Every now and again there were streaks of camouflage dashing across the front yard and there were bushes unusually swaying and some up and moving.. Now and again there'd be a plea, "Need more popcorn!" or "Any more oranges?" It was an easy day. 

For the young man's birthday dinner he'd requested Spaghetti and Meatballs. We went ahead and invited all the party-goers parents and families to come back for dinner since we live far in the country and with the party ending around dinner hour we didn't want people getting home too late with the dreaded Spring Ahead time change occurring the coming sleep cycle. Yes, all went well. Lemon cake with candied lemon slices was the cake choice and it was an easy fix. With the exception of a few slices of the cake; by the end of the day 9 quarts of sauce, 4 pounds of spaghetti, 2 loaves of sourdough, 2 loaves of french bread, one large salad, many gallons of water, 2 bottles of wine, and a sheet cake were gone. No one complained, everyone rejoiced, no one cried, everyone sang. It was a fabulous day of celebrating our fine, young man. 

The girls hid inside with me, where it was safe, dry, and comfortable and without the stinging of Airsoft Pellets.

The Competitors. (excluding Libby and Samuel.)

Our young man. 12 candles,  many friends, lots of family. Perfect.

We praise God for giving us the life of Benjamin James. We pray we'll continue to Shepherd and Steward this boy well. We are blessed to be your parents, Benjamin. We pray you'll continue to grow in godliness, in stature, in obedience to the Lord our God. We love you with all our hearts! Happy 12th year of life young man!