Today you turn eight- it is almost impossible to believe. You are in 2nd grade, and while a parent always knows that their babies will grow up, if someone had told me the day you were born that eight years would go past in the blink of an eye, I wouldn’t have believed them (especially during those long first winter months when you refused to be put down quietly).
You were just showing us your budding personality my boy, which I have quickly come to learn rarely involves doing anything quietly. You love magic and at eight can fool me with quite a few tricks. You are an avid reader, and will finish library books sometimes before we even leave the library. You love to torment your little brother with all your knowledge and smarts, and will scream bloody murder when he gets mad. Then like the flip of a switch you will sit on the couch and read him a book or help him spell words for a note or engage him in some mischievous plan.
You are a sweet, loving boy who loves to cuddle, but is in all actuality not a very good cuddler- needing so much to wiggle and move all the time. You have discovered the theater and love it. It’s not a big surprise to those who know you- when you were 2 we went on a cruise and each night watching the evening show you would demand to go on stage. This year you got your chance and participated in a local production of the Nutcracker. You loved every minute- the only exception being putting on eye-liner (and really who could blame you on that one).
My little bug, I am very excited to see what this next year brings for you- hopefully new adventures, new books and lots of laughter.
Happy Birthday my boy.