My firstborn is 8 years old today. Trying to keep it together and focus on the positives so here goes...PICTURES!
So here you are, 8 years old, but it seems like yesterday that you stole my heart. I knew I was pregnant almost immediately. I was 20 when I found out I was pregnant. I chopped my hair off as my last hoorah and regretted that decision majorly....you made my hair stop growing. yay for those weird hormones. I had nine months of dreams about who you would be and what you would look like. The moment you were born, you looked exactly like I always knew you would...almost a replica of your daddy but a little bit of me thrown in so people could tell we belonged together in public. Buddy, you have lived up to every hope and dream I thought you would be and more. You are bright and dorky and handsome and so so funny! You have a wonderful imagination, you love reading, and are a wonderful artist. You are amazing. I asked you the other day what you wanted to be when you grow up and you said "a missionary" you are so spiritual it blows my mind. You've already given a few talks and are a publisher. Your understanding of the truth and your love for Jehovah is so inspiring. I love who you are and the adult I already know you are going to be. You made me become a better person the moment I knew you were growing inside of me. And the first time I held you in my arms, I knew that being a mom was going to be an awesome ride. Thanks for all the laughs and silly jokes we've shared. Thanks for looking after your sisters. Thanks for the front row seat to watching you grow. I love you, every bit of you.