Okay. so you’re not so little.
Eight. Really?
Oh, yes. Really.
And I never want you to forget that I tried to surprise you with the Angry Birds cupcakes, but you saw the file hidden on the computer, and you gasped and you grinned and you hollered, “ILoveYouMommyILoveYouMommyILoveYouMommy” just like on Kid History. 
(I did. I made them. Following this woman’s seriously adorable advice. )
Little boy, you bring a huge wad of joy to our house. We all adore you to the maximum allowable limit, and just a little bit beyond. You make us laugh when you say things like “It’s a Trifle Trifecta” as you put away the dishes. We get giddy when you can spell words for your weekly test that still stump the rest of us (government? privilege? independent? in the second grade?) We love to see you being in the middle of the kid-ish clump because everyone wants to be near you BECAUSE YOU’RE SO NICE.
You completed our family, and we couldn’t ask for more. Really, we couldn’t. We’re not allowed to. And we wouldn’t. Because we love you so.
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Oh my gosh!!! I love the cupcakes! Adorable! Happy b-day to your eight-year-old!!!
Oh my gosh!!! I love the cupcakes! Adorable! Happy b-day to your eight-year-old!!!
Emmy flipped a little when she saw these photos – then she said “Wait, where’s the bomb birds?” I personally have never played Angry Birds, so her infinite knowledge of the game always surprises me.
Good job, Bec!
Emmy flipped a little when she saw these photos – then she said “Wait, where’s the bomb birds?” I personally have never played Angry Birds, so her infinite knowledge of the game always surprises me.
Good job, Bec!