and in the morning of your eigth celebration, you wake up, you run to mommy outstretched arms, and you say in a big happy grinny-voice ..................
"I'm 8 today ... all the way to eight!"
and mommy smiles, wipes the tear away without you seeing it, and reaches to grab all of the "8" and hold it in to keep it there..... but it always leaks out, and it seems to just keep on growing.
eight. 8. {sigh}
happy birthday sweet, terrific, loving, energetic, charismatic, genuine, exciting, and squishable 8 year old son of mine. another fabulous year i am honored to be a part of with you. enjoy all the 8 there is to enjoy! :O)
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Oh Karin! I just can't believe it! 8!! How can they really be all the way to 8? I've a few tears to throw in the mix, too.
Well, Happy Birthday to C - may it be his best year so far! Will he have a big party?
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