I write you this letter on the occasion of your 8th birthday. It's really hard to for a mom to accept that her children are growing up, but it's especially hard to accept when your baby is growing up. EIGHT! How is that possible? You seem so old and it makes me sad.
There are so many wonderful things about you, but I love that you're you own unique individual. You do you and you make no excuses about it. You're fine to do your own thing and will spend time doing things by yourself if it makes you happy. You don't need someone to entertain you.
You're still a lover of mac n cheese. That's your number one food love, but you're becoming more adventurous in your eating and trying new things. You're focused on being healthy too, but then you'll say something like, "I just have to be unhealthy today." I happy you just try to be healthy from time to time.
You're so funny. Not like you sit down and tell jokes funny, but you say stuff that just cracks everyone up. You're matter of fact and say things like it is. It often has daddy and I laughing when we should be reprimanding. Seriously though, who can resist this?
My dearest Jack, thank you for coming into my life and bringing me so much joy. Every day with Jack is a day full of laughs and smiles. I rarely can be mad at you because you use your charm to make me smile. When I work a long day, rush home and I'm always looking from a hug from you. I know as you grow up you'll continue to have your love and charm. You'll be the type of person everyone wants to be around because you have a way of making them special.
On you're birthday, I hope I've made YOU feel as special as you make me feel every day. Special for having the privilege of being your mom. There's nothing more I'd want to be.
You're my baby and it doesn't matter if you're 8 or 88. You'll always be my little boy.
I love every crazy part of you.