8 years ago today a beautiful baby boy was born with big blue eyes and a head full of spiky hair.
My son, you have always held a very special place in my heart.
You live and love with an enthusiasm that would be hard to match.
You exemplify all that is wonderful, wild, and mysterious about boyhood.
My super snuggler.
My handsome prince.
My noble knight.
My fearless explorer.
on his first morning of being an 8 year old
he greeted me with his usual enthusiastic full body hug.
As he awkwardly bounced up onto my lap like a German Shepherd who thinks he's a lap dog...
I held on a little longer.
I held him a little closer.
The childhood years are rushing by and I find myself catching glimpses of the man he will be.
Someday soon I won't have to worry about him knocking over my coffee cup or disturbing my early morning peace...
and I just might miss it.