I sit here in a quiet house and can't help but think, 9 years ago today a mom was born in me. Ella turned 9 today. We celebrated her all week this year...she requested three different meals, she built a snowcave with Tom today, & tomorrow we'll go swimming as the finale to the week.
I just have to pause on that snowcave thing though.......Yes, this was her request. To go with her dad up to Hatcher Pass on her birthday, build a snowcave, & then sleep in it! I just can't imagine doing that, never mind asking to do it........and ON your birthday? Wow, I love the adventurous spirit within this girl. Tom was as giddy as he typically is just before going out on the boat or on a hunt with some buddies this morning. The two of them researched how to build a snowcave online and we even watched Bear Grizz build one on his show this week. I wonder what would ever possess someone to want to sleep in a snowbank?(Other than survival that is) I get chilly when our bedroom gets down to 60 degrees! Tom assures me it'll be a toasty 32 in the cave. As they were leaving, I asked him what they were going to do in the cave at night. He wasn't sure. I suggested they talk:)!!!!! I can hardly wait to hear the details of this adventure and see the pictures. I know there will be pictures because Ella is going to write her expository speech next week on how to build a snowcave. I'm guessing they've been asleep for hours already because what else do you do in a dark snowcave but sleep and try to stay warm?!!!
As I was tucking Claire into bed tonight we wondered how the two of them were doing. Claire said, "I'd rather sleep in the trunk of a car than in a snowbank. I'd be so cold!" While Claire and I think they're crazy, I think it's pretty neat that Tom does these things with her. What fun memories for a daddy and a daughter.
Every year on the kids' birthdays, I tell them about the day they were born. I tried to tell Ella her story this morning and she darted away from me...."No--ooo! You do this every year,mom!" Well, I thought it was special. Not so much to Ella. How fast the 9 years have gone. As I sit here eating one of Ella's birthday cupcakes, I wait and I type. Owen will predictably wake in just a few minutes at midnight for his final feeding of the night. He still nurses and snuggles and is soothed best by mom. As tired as I get some nights, I need to remember, soon he'll be sleeping in a snowbank and not needing me quite so much.
That mom in me that was born 9 years ago? Can't help but think..how far I've come... yet how far I have to go. Each phase of childhood is sweet. I plan on enjoying it all.

