Eight.

Eight years ago today, at 2:47 in the morning (although it could be 2:49...there are differing opinions. Guess I should verify what the "official" one is...), an amazing little boy was born.

His delivery was one of those that books are made of...calm, controlled, I watched him emerge via a mirror and the doctor encouraged me to reach down and deliver my baby "all the way" once his shoulders were out. Seriously...best. delivery. ever.

The warm fuzziness never ended.

My E.W. is a sweet, soft hearted lug of a boy with a penchant for Legos and Chicken Nuggets. He has the most amazing laugh...one that, even when he's "forcing it", is still so infectious, you can't help but smile and chuckle along.

He's a brute of a kid...we joke that if he gets his dad's build and his mom's height...well, scratch that...make that "his mom's family's height" (I have brothers that are 6'2" and 6'4") that he could be...well, he could be one huge dude.

But sweet as can be...like the guy on "The Blind Side"...huge and nice and sweet.

E.W. rocks it in math and loves paying attention to the "little details" in his work. He's the kid who notices when dad comes home with new tires (or a new dent) on the truck. Persistent to beat the band, he is relentless in his questioning until he gets a hard and fast answer to his question.

He loves to play catch with his uncles, hang out with his cousins, and pester his big brother. He is, by far, my hardest worker (he gets that from his dad, too!).

The world is a better place because of this sweet boy...and I am so blessed to call him mine.

Happy 8th Birthday E.W.!!

I love you so, so, so, so, so much!!

Love,

Mom