eight...

My love, my sun, my moon, my life, my sweet, beautiful, kind, caring, joy is eight today. From the moment you came into my life I have been so happy and honored, and grateful to be able to be your mother.

You have given my life such joy, such meaning, such depth. You have healed me, challenged me, taught me and loved me.

I am so lucky.

He was up late last night. He gets so excited and makes himself a wreck before his birthday. he was up until past 10 at night then woke up at 1:30 in the morning. There were a lot of tears and it broke my heart. He was just so excited and anxious. Soul woke up and tried to comfort him and after lots of talking, lots of cuddling, and a long warm shower he finally fell asleep by 4am. He woke up at 6:30. My sweet boy.

He had a lovely day and got lots of gifts he loved. he even had gotten his sister a gift so she felt included in the day.

We watched the movie of his birth before bed tonight. I cried a lot then. I cannot believe he is 8.

We have spent every day together for 8 years. We have co-slept every night for 8 years and I can honestly say I have loved every moment of being his mama.

It goes by so fast, it is so unfair.

Eight.