My baby brother is now ten!

Hewitt spent the day before his birthday counting down. “Ten hours, Brett! Ten hours until I’m ten!”

He was really excited because, “I won’t be a single digit anymore!”

He blew out the ten candles on his Breakfast Birthday Cake easily. When he started cutting the pieces and lifting them out of the tray with his hands, I asked him if he’d washed his hands after doing his goat chores that morning.

He grinned sheepishly and got up to wash his hands.

Hewitt was born a few months after we moved to Indiana.  So we always measure how long we’ve lived here by how old Hewitt is.

Happy Birthday, Hewitt. Love you tons.