Eight is Great

My first baby boy is going to turn 8 years old tomorrow at 845AM. These years have flown by. I remember it all…when I found out I was pregnant after so many months of waiting. When I first heard his heart and saw him on the screen at the doctor’s office. When I first felt him move in my belly. When he was born and I found out that "it" was a "he". How I would hold him and he was so small he fit on my chest and I would lie on the couch for 3 hours so I could hold him while he napped. When he first laughed, first talked, first walked, all his firsts… I love when he runs to me when I get home from work, when he says "I love you mom".

Now he will be 8, he has been "7 ¾" for a few months already…always wanting to grow up too fast. I tell him to enjoy being a kid, that being a grown up is not always as much fun as it looks. He loves to play, to draw, to be silly. I love to make him laugh, and I love when he makes me laugh. When he was a baby I would make him laugh till he got the hiccups. I love days when we can be silly, when I put aside my to-do list and spend time with him, he loves those days too.

He still holds my hand, still wants me to read to him, and sometimes he still asks me to lay with him and sing "Twinkle Twinkle". I love those moments when he still is a little boy.

He is also caring, sensitive and kind. He says "God, I hope everyone is OK" when he hears a siren, donates things to others, and helps his friends. He asks deeper questions about religion and life then he did before. He is a big brother now and he loves his little brother. I love watching them play and seeing him teach his little brother to be silly.

He wants to be an astronaut (and at one time about a million other things too). He loves space and we read a lot of books about it and went to NASA last year. I think what it will be like to sit in the stands and watching him go to the moon on the space shuttle one day. I hope he reaches all his dreams.

Happy Birthday baby boy...I love you!