Every year I have an overwhelming amount of emotions as you turn another year older. You are the one that made me a mother, eight wonderful years ago. The years have flown by and I have watched you grow from a newborn, to a chunky one year old, to a happy toddler, to a thoughtful little boy, to a smart big kid, and now into the passionate, lovable, funny boy who loves school, loves his friends, and loves his family.
I love watching you with your friends. You are still learning how to put other people's feelings first but even with little bumps you can tell you care so deeply for those around you. You love to run and play and be a rough and tumble boy. You easily make new friends and you seem to have friends that have all different interests. You can be a leader but you can also let others take the lead when it is their time.
I love watching you play with your brother and sister. You love them dearly even though you would like Hadley to stop giving you kisses every once in a while. You let Oliver join in and play along even when you would rather have some time to your self. You set a wonderful example for you brother and your sister. You are kind which is one of the most important things to be.
I love watching you play sports. You are such a passionate kid. You give it your all every time you step onto the field or onto the court. You haven't chosen just one sport to love yet but it is fun to see you grow each season. You work hard. You are a good sport. You listen to your coach. You cheer on your teammates. You are growing into such a big kid but I see the little toddler running around without a care in the world when I look at you sometimes. Don't even get me started on watching you watch sports on the TV (lets just say you give excellent play by play replays.)
I know this next year will fly by like all eight years before. But my wish for you is to live life light heartedly. You know how to have a good time do not get me wrong but you also are so serious and even hard on yourself at times. I want you to not be afraid to try new things even though you might not do them perfectly the first time. I want you to not be afraid to ask for help when you need it. There is a time for being serious but a life of an eight year old should be full of exploration without too many second thoughts.
Since I am forever late in posting this...I am putting in a few pictures from our spring break that shows you having so much fun just being 8.
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