Son, you are already half way to driving a car by yourself, over a third of the way to being allowed to vote, and then there's all the moving out of the house and college, etc. in between. You were just born! And then you turned eight! This past year you've grown and matured in so many ways and I couldn't be more proud. You've either got your head in a book, are building your own original Lego creations, or making up stories as you walk around in the backyard. You've been so helpful as a big brother since Smith's come along. That means the world to me.
You still get up every morning at 6 am just like that first morning when I was startled awake with a strong contraction and knew you were coming. It's been an adventure, my boy.