Last weekend, our oldest child became a teenager.
The transition came without a lot of fanfare. There was, however, soup.
Only the birthday girl could get a way with asking for soup when it's 100 degrees outside.
There was cake, too.
Lemon cake with lemon icing.
Not quite the candle inferno her parents' birthdays cause, but she's getting there.
And, of course, presents.
Happy Birthday, Anna. We love you.