8

Eight years ago, I took this picture.

Newborn

He was 24 hours old.  I had no idea what I was doing, not yet in love like everyone said I'd be, and terrified to take him home. 

It seems like yesterday.

But it's not.  This was...

It's the total cliche.  The days are long and the years are short.  You blink and they're big.  Stop growing. 

But I can't keep the world from turning.

So we just enjoy the moments as they fly by.

And make sure he chooses his birthday dinner for as long as he's ours.

Daddy's sliders with fries and soda.  He said they're the best. 

And so was that wine in the background...mom gets to celebrate, too :)