The 20th of March has come again and so it is spring and also, it is Gibson's birthday. He is thirteen this year! Thirteen, y'all! We have another teenager in the family and all I can think about is what the day of his birth was like. It was wonderful! If by some chance you've missed this particular joyful story, you can go back and read about it HERE.
Gibson's birth was the first second-generation home birth in our family. I had all of my kids at home except for Hank although I tried. And Lily was planning a home birth with Owen but the midwife's back-up doctor decided that this baby was getting too big for her to safely deliver at home and they induced her labor in the hospital and she ended up having to go through many, many unnecessary hours of painful labor before he was born and trust me- he was NOT too big for Lily to deliver at home or anywhere else. He weighed a little more than a pound less than Lily herself weighed at birth and I had her at home and I am definitely NOT six feet tall, as is Lily.
I am never going to get over that, am I? Nope. I am not. I am going to be eternally pissed off.
But Gibson's birth was different, as was Maggie's and Levon's and August's too. All born at home.
But back to the present, and oh dear. I realize I just made a pun which I never intentionally do but sometimes they spring out by accident. On Tuesday Lily told me about a fantasy action figure that Gibson really wanted and so I got it for him. Gibson is still at home recovering from whatever he's had and so I wrapped up the present and drove to his house, stopping first at Publix to get the boy something else that his mama said he wanted- a giant jar of dill pickles. Not the industrial-sized jar but the next size down. And he was so happy with his present and his pickles. He hugged me and thanked me so many times.
I was very happy to get to see Gibson on his birthday. We'll do some big family celebration soon, I am sure. Here are some pictures of him through the years.
And I am pretty sure that by the end of the summer he will be towering over me. He has his dad's Italian genes for sure with that dark hair and those beautiful dark brown eyes but I think he also somehow managed to get the Moon genes when it comes to height. But his light and beauty and imaginative, intelligent mind are all his.
I think it worked.
Happy birthday to Gibson! Hope he has a fabulous year!
ReplyDeleteI hope he does too!
DeleteHappy birthday Gibson. Lovely to see so many old pictures.
ReplyDeleteHasn't the time flown by?
DeleteNah, I think we have the best part f you right here right now chickens be damned! XOR
ReplyDeleteOh, I don't know.
DeleteA fun-filled year ahead for Gibson ... best wishes!
ReplyDeleteThat azalea is gorgeous!
Gibson deserves all the good things.
DeleteIsn't that azalea crazy?
I think anytime is the best time of you. The azaleas are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThat is so sweet, Celie. Thank you.
DeleteI wish Gibson many happy returns of the day!
ReplyDeleteOh his behalf, I thank you.
DeleteWell happy birthday to Gibson. He has a wonderful family, he's a lucky young man.
ReplyDeleteThat azalea is gorgeous. Chicken shit worked it's wonders for sure.
He and I were talking about family yesterday and how lucky we are to have the one we do.
DeleteChicken shit is magic.
Happy Birthday Gibson. That carrot on the right looks like it is trying to run away.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't it?
DeleteOh, we see the past parts of you all the time. Too many best parts to list. And Gibson is one of them. Happy birthday to Gibson. What a smile! The azalea is amazing. Worth raising chickens just for that.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't that boy have a beautiful smile? He always has.
DeleteThe azalea is definitely vibrant, isn't it?
Happy birthday to Gibson, and what a lovely boy he is. Those carrots are a dance troupe.
ReplyDeleteThey are!
DeleteGibson the sweet hugging boy. 13 boggles my mind. Your chicken times were lovely; but what could you do in the end? At least you had all of those years.
ReplyDeleteYeah. I couldn't keep getting more chickens just to feed the foxes. It was heartbreaking.
DeleteHow in the world did Gibson get to be thirteen so fast?
Happy Birthday to your Young Man, they grow up so quickly!
ReplyDeleteI know. Don't blink.
DeleteHappy Bday to the newest teen! Your carrots are ready to film an episode of Veggie Tales. My azalea is coming to life, too cold and windy here right now and I do hope it doesn't bud too soon and freeze. That happens some years.
ReplyDeleteOops, forgot to insert my name on the Veggie Tales comment.
DeleteThat giant carrot could be a veggie ogre. I've seen freezes hit azalea buds too.
DeleteHappy B-day to Gibson. Let the fun of teen years begin...
ReplyDeleteYour azalea is flowering beautifully. Everything in your FL garden seems supersized with amazing blooms.
Are those heirloom carrots? They look like Easter carrots and would be great on a platter for the holiday family dinner.
Gibson still has a lot of child in him, I think, although he is a very deep thinker. Those are heirloom carrots. This year was a little funky for them. I should make a serving dish just for them for Easter.
DeletePeople wonder why we have azalea bushes down here when they only bloom once a year and for about two weeks. But these pictures are why.
ReplyDeleteHappy bday to Gibson. None of my carrot seeds have sprouted. Surely they should have by now.
Jessie was talking about that when we drove to pottery the other day. How all these beautiful things blooming right now just look like regular old green plants and trees all year long until suddenly- they are incredibly beautiful.
DeleteHmmm. I don't know about the carrot seeds. I plant mine in the fall.
My soil doesn’t support azaleas I love them
ReplyDeleteThey sure do give you a lot of bang for your buck. Maybe you could grow a miniature variety in a big pot? That way you could control the soil. I bet your sister could help you do that.
DeleteI never pun on purpose either, but the accidental ones make me look clever sometimes. Good to see I'm not the only one.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to that darling tender hearted boy!
ReplyDeleteThe very best puns are the unexpected ones, the ones that just seem to fall into a regular conversation...and suddenly your brain realizes that your mouth has done something quite clever, and you delight yourself. Happy birthday to Gibson. Two teenage grandsons! How do those things happen?
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