It's no wonder that we LOVE you so!
Eight years old...Wow! As Daddy and I were talking about your debut it seemed like only yesterday.
The day you were born was smokin' hot and we spent the day swimming.
It was our doctor's anniversary but his wife told him to go up to the hospital so he could meet you.
This seems funny now that we have gotten to know you so well, but the night you arrived was the most relaxing ever. Daddy and Dr. were sitting there chatting about football and discussing what position you'd play if you ever played the sport. I was totally relaxed, having just had a visit from the anesthesiologist.
Then you arrived, 12:05 am, six minutes past the day that I was planning on being your birthday.
The guys decided immediately you'd be a wide receiver. Your hands were ~ and still are ~ rather large.
You still are just a few minutes behind the schedules we set for you ~ you're too busy exploring and enjoying life!
Daddy always says that the last relaxing day we had with you was the day you were born. You keep us on our toes, but provide so many laughs and good memories.
Thank you, Joshie for adding that spark to our family!
Love, Mom
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