My son turned 8 today!! I cannot believe it! This morning I was thinking about when he was about about 2 years old, and he had this round container of blocks.. He would dump his blocks out, and sit in the container then whine because he was stuck. Luckily, I have a picture of him. Gosh! It is so bittersweet to see your children grow and develop such personality! Ugh! I just want to cry! Happy tears – sad tears, all mingled together! My son is my heart and joy. He is a middle child, nestled between two opinionated, strong-willed girls. He can be gentle – but then again he often does things to remind me that he is all boy! He makes me so happy! I went to pick him up today from after-school care, and he was so happy to see me, he squeezed me so tight! That doesn’t always happen.. Usually, he is to embarrassed to even let me hug him! Half the time he’s like, “I just want to ride the bus” when they vote on being car riders or bus riders for the day. At the beginning of the school year, he asked me not to walk them to the bus stop any more… That one hurt! I was in Afghanistan when he started kindergarten, so I wasn’t here to cry… But… Sheesh! I sure wish I had been! My son is all grown up! Or so he tells me! No longer my “Best Boy”… He is now my “Best Little Man”… After his stepdad left he tells me, “Mommy, I’m glad that I’m the man of the house now.” My heart swells with pride as I realize what a little man – a GOOD little man he truly is! I am blessed beyond measure that God gave me such wonderful children! Happy 8th Birthday, Son!! Mommy loves you to pieces!!