You Only Turn Twelve Once

Last Friday was my daughter Emma’stwelfthbirthday. Saxon took the day off work so we could celebrate as a family. The day began by eating birthday cake for breakfast. Emma designed the cake herself. She took a photo of one of her paintings (our house is decorated in Emma’s cool artwork) and Walmart duplicated it onto a cake. It was not only beautiful but it tasted good, too. After the cake we inhaled helium from balloons and sang “Sweet Home, Alabama.”

Next, we changed into our bathing suits,...