As with every October 21st...I greet the day with happiness and just a hint of sadness.
It's my older son's 8th birthday, and I'm thrilled that "his day" has arrived.
I love the person that he is becoming. He loves learning about things, and has a ridiculously strong memory like his Mom. He's really creative, and loves to draw and build things. He is curious about how things "work" and loves conversations with Dad about these things. He's a voracious reader, now that he's discovered a genre of books focusing on magic and fantasy. He has a great sense of humor, and some of the things that he comes up with leave me in stitches for days. He is a kind soul and really goes out of his way for his friends and family. Although there is definitely some of that "brotherly love" present and they bicker sometimes, he really includes his brother when playing with friends and loves to hang out with him.
The sadness for his birthday is what all Moms face. My baby, my first-born, is growing up. Which is of course what I want, but it's hard. He's still affectionate, still gives bone-crushing hugs and isn't (yet) afraid to be seen in public with his old Mom.
Tonight my parents are coming over for his favorite dinner (cheese ravioli!) followed by chocolate cake and presents. We're having a Pokemon-themed birthday party this weekend.
Happiest of Birthdays, Bubby. Your dad and I, plus Sean, love you to the moon and back.