Eight

I vividly remember the moment I fell wholly in love with John.  He was four days old, up at three a.m. and swaddled like a little burrito.  He looked straight into my eyes, and it was like he could see to my soul.  I whispered “I love you” and all was right in the world.

At eight years old he is handsome and, while his smile is not necessarily quick, it is always genuine.  He’s as smart as a whip – sometimes so much so that it scares me :-)  He’s a fierce friend, kind to all, and inclusive of everyone.  Like his momma, he has a flair for the dramatic and is as strong willed as they come.  He’s athletic and competitive, but always leaps to congratulate others.  He is strong, but sensitive and with each day he becomes more aware of his own feelings.  He is my firstborn son, a miracle, and I love him with a thousand hearts!

As y’all know, we kicked off his eighth birthday with the return of our friendly elf, Scout, and a birthday gift scavenger hunt!

We met up with friends to see the Free Birds movie.  It was silly in a matter that was extremely attractive to our group of little boys!5

And then we made a quick run by our favorite bakery for a box full of treats!!

With the cold rain pouring down all day, we decided to invite his little friends back over to play.  And then we headed out to his very favorite meal of all – the Japanese hibachi!!

Right before bed, we added his 8 year old notch to the growth chart.  My, time does fly.

It was a day filled with nothing but fun, love, laughs and sugar.  What more could an eight year old ask for?!?!
xoxo