8: The number of times we said we were happy with two children.
8: The number of months I waited (after finding out) for our third child to be born.
8: The weight (in pounds) of my youngest (heaviest) baby.
8: The number of times I have seriously considered sending him to meet his maker.
8: The number of times he hugs me every day.
8: His preferred hour to arise in the morning lately.
8: The number of waffles he can eat in one sitting.
8: The number of Nerf guns in his arsenal.
8: The age in the Mormon church when children are baptized -- a major milestone in our faith.
8: The years I have been blessed with "Baby D" in my life.
8: The number of seconds I would want to go on living without him.
*all numbers are approximations
Scouts and Baptisms and 8 years old! What a big guy (go ahead, weap a little - I did when my baby turned 8!)
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday D!
We love ya!
-The Schick Clan
Clever post! Happy birthday to little D.
ReplyDeletePahahahaha! I wish I could plagarize this post when my next one turns 8. That's how much I love it.
ReplyDeleteThis was darling. You're so dang clever.
ReplyDeletep.s. short comment because I'm totally not expecting this comment to post...