This guy turned 12. Luke, my middle child, fishing-obsessed, drumming-and-electric-guitar playing son who almost died when he was five. I wrote about his terrifying bout with Kawasaki disease here, in case you want to know what happened.
Despite (or maybe because?) of his near-death experience, he is one of the most athletic kids I know, running through the woods with complicated parkour moves, backflips, twists and turns, doing pull-ups and push-ups daily (he keeps a tally sheet), sprinting after the football when he plays with his pals.
For his birthday, I made a complicated sour cream coffee cake - the same cake that every single one of my children requests at their birthday. Eva "helped" to make it.
For his birthday, the whole family went fishing. The Silvers are in the river now. Two days before that, the kids and I went fishing as well, and I didn't expect to catch a fish myself but was happy to just throw in the line while taking some nice deep breaths, admiring the scenery around me and enjoying the company of the kids.
So when my line tugged taut and I realized that I was not snagged but actually had a fish on the line, I panicked and yelled for Luke, who expertly coached me on how to reel this thing in.
He scooped the fish out in a net for me, and as soon as we had it on shore, Luke started screaming because it was so big. Turns out I caught a 9.1 pound Silver Salmon. My first one ever - and I have bragging rights, don't you think?
Sure, it's a little on the red side, but the meat was firm and bright pink and delicious. I made salmon stew with it, and everyone raved about it.
Luke cleaned up and filleted the fish for me, since I don't know how to do it.
What with all the fishing and birthday celebration, you might wonder if we get anything done.
Our homesteading and wilderness weekend retreat is officially FULL, and there is a waiting list for next year. We are busy planning and cleaning and shopping and preparing for the weekend and are really, really excited about our house, homestead and shop bustling with people.
There's still lots of homestead-y stuff to do around here.
Making sauerkraut, harvesting veggies from the garden...
At a cider-pressing party with the neighbors, we pressed 15 gallons worth of apple cider.
In celebration of Luke, I'll leave you with images of a run in the neighborhood he and Steve went on a couple of weeks ago. Yes, this is our neighborhood.
Happy birthday, Luke. I'm so glad you are alive and well.
And how are you celebrating fall, dear reader?