It's what Ben used to say to describe his bigness. A toddler version of big ol'. Everything about him was biggle, especially his feet. Never mind the fact that he's always been one of the youngest and smallest. Now he truly is biggle. My baby turned ten on Sunday. TEN. And he still amazes me daily.
Happy. Honest. Smart. Creative. Polite. Good-hearted. Confident. Loyal.
He wanted a dance party. Yes, you read that right. A dance party. With girls. Since so many of his friends travel or go away to camp, we did it in May right before school was out. They danced...some. Mostly they just ran around like a bunch of maniacs. But a bunch of surprisingly well-behaved, really nice maniacs. Way too many sodas were consumed, and there was lots of squealing, chasing, screaming, and giggling. And lots of zip-lining. We played Name That Tune- girls against boys, of course. And there were a few random and exceptionally loud jam-sessions. Once it got dark, there were light-up frisbees and balls flying back and forth through the back yard. His three best friends spent the night afterwards. And their best girl friends toilet papered our house sometime around midnight. Even better, the boys caught them. The next Monday, he was deemed The Party King at school and he couldn't have been more pleased.
This party was a lot of work, and it was really loud, and pretty expensive (the zip-line went in for the party and was his birthday present). But it was also just perfect. Exciting because it was boys and girls; fun because they all play so well together and most of them have been close friends since kindergarten; and yet still innocent, because even though they like, like each other and some are "boyfriend/ girlfriend," really, they're all just good friends. And I love it.