Big Boy 8

I woke up this morning and told him ‘get up, let’s take birthday photos!’ He’s usually up for it, in fact he usually tells me ‘take a picture of me….but don’t post it on instagram!’ He’s one to tell the waitresses that it’s his birthday (a week before and after) just to get free desserts. He’s awesome.

I remember when he was in kindergarten, I would pick him up from school, he would look out the door and mouth the words ‘mama’ when he didn’t see me yet. Then he’d have this huge smile on his face when he did see me and he’d run and give me a big hug and a kiss. When I think back I always remember those little moments, my heart would be full and I always tell him never grow up. Now I pick him up after school and he walks to my car instead of meeting him at his class.

Now that he turns 8, my fear is that I’ve missed some moments I should’ve wrote down or caught on camera. Or he’d stop hugging me or holding my hand. But I do look forward to him growing ….just not so fast. He even went from struggling to hold my camera up to his face to shooting like a pro.

Anyway happy birthday to my first born, you may be 8 thinking you’re a “big boy” but you will always be my baby.

I say he takes after me in the shoe department, haha!

Big Boy 8

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