Buster's A Teen

He turned 13 a month ago, and it doesn’t seem to have changed him much. He’s still the same thoughtful, kind, sensitive soul he’s always been.

We had plans for a little birthday party, but Yessa started spiking a fever a day before and we had to change up our plans. As is his way, Buster wasn’t disappointed, just ready to enjoy the time with the five of us. (Four, really. Yessa watched from the couch.)

She was not alone on the couch:

Tough to tell, but Waffles has snuggled himself under her arm to offer warm love.

The vanilla cake Buster picked from Lindsay’s website, Moist and Fluffy Vanilla Cake, was amazing. We have never had a batter that was so moist and delicious. It was like mousse. Buds and I would have eaten all the batter, but that was frowned upon.

He also requested a red velvet cake, which Monkey took on.

There was a plan to decorate both cakes to look like books; Yessa in charge of one, Monkey in charge of the other. Once Yessa fell ill, we gave the book cakes a raincheck and focused on enjoying our weekend time together.

He wanted pizza.

He’d gotten gift cards and money to choose presents from his grands and aunts and uncles, so on his official day, he had a couple presents from the family.

One gift was a set to make round ice balls. An odd gift, it might seem, but he became entranced by the set at Kel and Paula’s, so we wanted him to have his own.

Overall, it was a lovely birthday.

And with Waffles’ loving ministrations, Yessa was soon well, too.

Happy Birthday, Buster. We love you, now and forever.