My Birthday Boy

My little man is turning eight tomorrow. Last night I lay down with him while tucking him under his quilt and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I told him a little about his birth. Born first thing in the morning--he's always been an early riser.

This boy, from the moment we received that positive pregnancy test has always done things his own way. Pregnancy with him was unique, as was his birth.

Yet I wouldn't change a thing.

You my boy, complete our family. We are so blessed. Happy Birthday Buddy!