Happy Birthday, Peanut!

God help me, I have two teenagers in the house now. Happy Birthday to the sweetest boy I've ever known. Autistic or not, he is a bundle of unconditional love who is very much into Lego, puzzles, and coloring. He has certainly come a long way, and he has been one of the greatest blessings in my life.

Here he was at the age of three, before we knew about his autism. Big Brother Ashton was teaching him how to run a riding lawn mower. Actually, that's a tractor with an excavator bucket on the back. Ashton has always been into that sort of thing. Garrett always had fun with Ashton; they are very, very close.

I don't take a lot of pictures of my family, but the ones I do have are precious. Garrett means the world to me, and I am so grateful he's been in my life for thirteen whole years. I used to write a daily journal for him, but unfortunately our precious dog Raven ate the flash drive on which it was stored when he was only a couple of years old. Ah, well.

Happy Birthday, Peanut, and may you have many, many more as fun as this one was.