I could go on and on really. If I had the time I would, but he's got me at the ball park every single night. It's your own fault buddy. I can't pull all your baby pictures and talk about how sweet your cheeks were and how blue your eyes are. I can't even pull last month's pictures. But, I can pull these and tell you I love you and how proud I am of you.
My sweet, loving, just want to have fun 8 year old. Thank you for reminding me what's important on a daily basis. I'm so proud of you.
8 years ago...you made me a Mom. Thank you. You taught me the deepest love I've ever known.
You will always and forever be my best boy. I love you. I love you more. I love you the most. I love you to the moon. No, I love you infinity.
And he would say, "I love you more than that."
And I would say, "That's impossible."
And he would say, "It's opposite day."
And I would think...what does that really mean?
And I would pretend he won.
And secretly know he could never win.
Happy Birthday, my best boy.