Wednesday, October 21, 2009

My 8 year old...

Clay is 8. Its hard yet easy to believe as it's impossible for me to remember life before him. 8 years ago he was so round and had the longest, softest hair you've ever seen. It stood straight up. They called him Spike.

And when he wasn't screaming like a velociraptor he was a quiet observer. The same holds true today, although today he is angular; long limbed and flexible. His hair is longer. We call him Freak.

Happy Birthday to my boy, and happy anniversary of the day we became 4. 4 with a twinkle in our eye.

1 comment:

  1. such a lovely tribute. such beautiful pictures. Happy Birthday, Clay. You're part of a very special family, and I'm thankful we are getting to know you.