Happy Friday! What a whirlwind week it has been. I feel a little hung over, mostly from sleep deprivation.

It started with a delayed flight out of Charleston on Sunday evening that turned into Monday morning. Our flight eventually took off a little after midnight and about half way to JFK, we had to do some big, slow circles over Virginia until a runway opened. We landed at 3:00am and a good-natured driver (who waited a very long time at the airport) got us all safely back to our respective homes by 4:30am.

I have to give a shout out to my incredibly sweet husband who let me sleep-in on Monday and took on an unexpected extra day of taking care of our kiddos. He was Mr. Mom from Thursday to Monday to let me have a completely carefree girlfriends’ getaway. Thank you honey!

On Tuesday evening, I hosted our book club. We sat around my dining table and solved many first world problems. As usual, no one could get a word in. It got so loud that I even resorted to tapping the side of my wine glass (wedding style) to get their attention. Finally, I raised my voice and asked who wanted dark chocolate peanut butter glaze drizzled on their chocolate cake. The room became immediately silent as they all stared at me. Then the quiet one in the group, we’ll call her Jess, said “Duh yes, do you think there’s something wrong with us?” The rowdy crew left at 11:00pm, high on chocolate.

The real big news this week happened yesterday. My sweet baby boy turned thirteen. Typically, his birthdays are a cause for celebration – and we did celebrate with cake, gifts and dinner. But privately, I was in tears and a hot mess most of the day. Thirteen is a major milestone. It is going to take me awhile to get used to it.

In time, I will come around. My heartache over the end of his childhood will be replaced by sharing his excitement over all the incredible experiences that this bright and wonderful young man has to look forward to. My role as the driver will change to be a passenger. I’m just grateful to be along for the ride.

Have a great weekend xo

| her brother on his iPhone |

| someone has a surprise behind her back |

| “Shh! Don’t tell him” she whispers. “It’s for his birthday.” |

| Dear Jackson, I love you |

| I really love you |


Sarah OBrien, Connecticut in Style