8 years ago yesterday, we had our first son.
We named him after my grandfather. I love remembering how it was calling him and telling him we just had a son, and that we wanted to name him after him.
I read this earlier this week, and it kind of summed up how I felt.
I always get reflective as the kids pass another year, and on this milestone birthday of turning 8- I did the same.
While at home I grabbed the photo albums of his birth and first year and brought them over to my moms. Jay and I flipped through them and had fun remembering what life was like then.
How much Jack would cry if I was not near. Not just a little but so much sobbing.
And how that changed over time, until right around his 3rd birthday he actually was able to say it like this:
"momma, I used to be your boy, but now I am daddy's boy"
We marveled at how much he has changed, and how much he has stayed the same.
How he has grown physically. From being so small, to so just right for his age.
How he looks so much like he did 8 years ago.
I love this boy.
I am so glad he is in our family.
I love his tenderness.
I love his desire to do right.
I love how he can talk and talk and talk. And how we can walk away, and come back into the room, and he will still be talking.
I love him-
Happy Birthday Jack-