Today my first born, my baby turns eight. WOW eight! It seem like just yesterday he was an itty bitty baby. Every once in a while I catch a peak of his baby face and expression. I wonder how long even that will last. I miss that baby. I love the boy who has taken his place. I worry about this boy. I worry not everyone will like him or they will be mean to him. I worry I am over protective and spoil him. But no one could love him more then me and I 100% know he knows that.
His party yesterday (a space rocket party) was so much fun! And today we went to a lazar tag place and that was fun too.