It is hard to believe that E. is eight years old today. Turning thirty? Didn’t make me feel old. Having a ninth anniversary? Also didn’t make me feel old. But an eight-year-old? Is that a grey hair I spy? Was it really only eight years ago that we held our first little bundle…and wondered what in the world we’d gotten ourselves into this time?
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| once upon a time, he was only three and he loved to play with cars |
We have spent the last year watching our little boy become less and less…little.
I once read that eight was a lot like seven, only more.
I think I see that now. We have on our hands someone who is a little more…
…adept at answering the phone…
…skilled at conversation…
…comfortable using tools…
…confident in swimming…
…mature than last year…
…well read…
…understanding of what the world is like and how it works…
…capable…
…charming…
…tall…
…cheerful…
…himself.
He’s growing into himself, he is.
I feel honored that God chose to surprise us with parenthood. What a blessing it has turned out to be. And, my, what a wonderful firstborn we were given.
Happy birthday, Not-So-Little E.
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Happy B’day E.!! I hope it was a blessed one!
Brandy, I rarely feel old until I see how old my friend’s kids are getting. When the daughter of a good friend (from elementary school) turned 10, the age we were when her mom and I met, I thought I was going to go into shock. She’s turning 13 in Dec. YIKES! A teenager.
Blessed boy…blessed mommy! Happy 8th, E.