Andrew built a fort in our bedroom this weekend. It started out as a birthday fort for Emily because every 17-year-old wants a blanket fort, right?
It was very sweet and she spent about an hour in it with him. And then he spent most of the rest of the weekend in it. It was so cute to look up from my bed on Saturday night and see him reading like this.
With every birthday my kids have, I get very sentimental. It may have more to do with my age and hormonal issues that women in their mid-forties go through rather than their age, but for whatever reason, I get sappy and teary and sad.
And I vow to enjoy every single minute of it while it lasts.
He can build blanket forts in my room anytime he wants.
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