I have very conflicting feelings about birthdays. On one hand, I want that day to be as special as it can be for the birthday person. Yet, on the other hand, it means that said person is another year older, and hopefully wiser, and closer to leaving my house, which is bittersweet.
My son turned 8 on Sunday. I know it is not the biggest birthday, nor the most celebrated, but each time one of my children ages… I get a little pang in my heart. I want to freeze each moment in time because I have been told that I will blink and he will be off to college and on his own. I can get misty just thinking about it. However, I can push all of that aside because I want my kiddos to know that the day they were born was a life changing event for our family, full of love and wonder and hope. This is why birthdays are recognized in our home.
Here are a few 8 year old pictures of my wonderful bubba! He had a blast hanging out at the park with family and friends. But, his favorite moment was playing laser tag with his dad (and uncle and cousins and aunties) and pretending he was shooting aliens. Every boys dream!! 🙂