Out of all my younger years, I think it was the year I turned 14 that was my favorite. In so many ways, it was the last year of real innocence, and the first year of many awakenings. It also seemed to mark the beginning of the age when memories solidified into the soul I hold to this day. The age of 14 was when I started to become the young adult I would end up being. For those reasons, this is a very special birthday for the Ilagan twins.
My niece and nephew, Emi and Noah, have celebrated thirteen of these days before, and given the promising section of life they are entering, it feels like a fine time to look back over those previous thirteen celebrations. Here we go…
#13 ~ In which a letter to Noah and a letter to Emi marked their entry into the teenage world.
#12 ~ In which a dozen years have flown by like eggs in a carton.
#11 ~ In which a full year of COVID wreaks its sustained havoc but there was still time to celebrate.
#10 ~ In which a decade of the Ilagan twins finds us looking back again.
#9, 8, 7 ~ In which a few years get away from me posting wise (and the best parts of life take place offline).
#6 ~ In which a birthday celebration takes place in a children’s museum.
#5 ~ In which the twins and their friends rounded the half-decade mark.
#4 ~ In which a birthday double-header brings happiness to the family.
#3 ~ In which a ride in the Radio Flyer signifies a Happy Birthday.
#2 and #1 ~ In which the birthday blog posts were part of all those lost in a revamp. We lived then, offline, and in all the glory that being off the grid entails.
Happy Birthday Emi and Noah! See you for dinner tomorrow!
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