Hard to believe that at 10:53pm tonight, my first born baby will officially turn 8 years old.
It’s difficult to explain how it feels when one of your children turns another year older. Of course it is a wonderful and a joyous occasion. You’ve been blessed to celebrate another year of their life and look forward to what’s ahead in the coming year. But it is also a time when I look back on old photographs and get very teary eyed (as I’m tearing up right now writing this, pull it together Jennifer!) because it amazes me how quickly time passes by. I of course don’t want him to be 6 months old again (ok, maybe for like a day or two just to be able to hold him in my arms in a blanket!) but it does make me a little sad that my kids are seriously growing up so fast and I wonder if I am taking advantage of every moment. I hope so.
What I love about Jack is that he wakes up in the best mood, every morning. He’s always smiling, looks on the bright side of everything, he’s a rule follower, is incredibly smart (he had 5 words by the time he was 9 months old), he’s ambitious, loves playing video and board games (wish I did, maybe I should start giving in and playing them more often with him), is kind to everyone, and is the best big brother my other two younger children could ask for. He’s the responsible one of the three right now and always looks out for the other two in making sure they don’t hurt themselves or get out of line. He is definitely my eyes and ears when I ask him to be and the best part is, he doesn’t mind doing it. Even though I know he’s a wonderful boy, he surprises me daily with his tender heart and kindness. His teachers and other parents tell me this all of the time, and it makes me smile.
I hope he never loses any of these wonderful qualities and knows how much my husband and I love him. He is the kid that made me a mom for the very first time, and I will always be grateful for that.
Happy 8th birthday Jack Thomas. Love, Mom.
