Eight seems old to me.
I guess not in the grand scheme of things, but to say I have an eight year old makes me feel old. And makes him seem ginormous.
Thanks boy, for making me a mom eight years ago today. For being the absolute best big brother to your little brothers. For telling me my lasagna is so good that if you had ten thumbs "they'd all be up". For making this whole mom gig the best thing ever. I am so proud of you.
You are going to do amazing things.
I just know it.
(please pick up your Legos before I come tuck you in)