Eight years old.

Happy Birthday, Brock! My little guy is eight years old today. I remember distinctly how tiny and soft and cute he was the day he was born...all 6 lbs. 1 oz. of him! It's crazy to see how quickly eight years of a person's life can go by, especially when I'd like to hold on to some of these years a little bit longer.
He asked Grandma Karen to make a 'lacrosse cake' for him. She made him a happy kid with this custom-frosted cake...and his sisters helped him blow out the candles (that was yesterday). More time with family, fun and food today, as well as a Minnesota "Swarm" game which Brock, Chip and Grandpa John are at right now. (The Swarm are a lacrosse team...they are in the lead in the third period from what I hear.) Spending time with our families makes me wonder why we live so far away. We are all a bit sleep deprived because of so many activities and traveling...but happy nonetheless.
I just want to say thanks to both of our families for making this trip extra special for Brock. He will likely always remember the fun time he had and the memories he created on his eigth birthday. And I will wish I could have made them last a little bit longer.
To Brock,
I loved you with all my heart from the very first minute I held you when you were born. I still love you with that same heart and with as much love. You make me laugh and we have fun together and we learn together and we dream together. Thanks for making me so proud to be your Mom. You're the best 8-yr. old anyone could ever ask for!
Love, Mom