Our Knight Turned Nine

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One week ago exactly, I was filled with so much excitement as I picked Branden up from the bus stop and brought him home to find his new, big 9-year-old bike waiting for him. Just as I expected, he was quickly overflowing with excitement and just like he does every year, exclaimed that it was the “best birthday ever.” Chris and I sat back and watched him enjoy his special day, while we also reminisced about the last nine years and how lucky we are to call this boy ours.

The weekend following his birthday, he had a special dinner hosted at Medieval Times in Lyndurst, NJ (just a quick 25 minute drive from us) with sweet family and friends who truly made it a birthday to remember.

Our funny little backstory about Medieval Times is that we went about three years ago and our super picky eater couldn’t get enough of the tomato bisque soup that’s serve during your dinner. He loved it so much that I tried to re-create it a couple times at home and it just didn’t compare. So whenever he first bit into this soup – the one he talks about all the time and was so excited to ave again – I had to get the picture on film.

And of course, for the adults, there was wine.

In all honesty though, I look at this picture and I definitely see a boy whose growing up right before my very eyes. I’ve watched those toddler features fade over the years, because as moms, we pay attention to these almost painful details, yet are immediately met with so much happiness because it’s quite an experience to watch our kids morph into little people – people who we helped mold. With each passing year, I’m so grateful to be this *little* guys mom and every single birthday when he wakes up and announces that he’s another year older, I casually remind him that it’s not official until 10:16pm that evening.

Fashionably Yours,


We were given free entry to Medieval Times, all opinions are my own. 

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