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.