January 8, 2011

Eight The Great

Today, my little not-so-little guy is eight.  He is strong when I am weak.  Tender when I am difficult.  How lucky I am to receive his boundless affection.  He easily picks me up in a swimming pool and beats me in a race to the bottom.  With one hug he can knock me off my feet.  He is literally from the Specifc Ocean, breaking down big ideas to essentials.  And just last night I found him curled up in my bed watching...  wait for it...  Blue's Clues.


  1. 8 year old boys are magic. Yours is so handsome!

  2. They are magic, I totally agree with you Jan. And each birthday is more bittersweet than the last. Sending a warm hug to you and your sweet boy.


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