Today is Casey's 8th birthday and I'm missing my baby. Every birthday takes me by surprise - you hear people say they grow up so fast but you never really understand how true that is until you become a parent and watch a helpless little thing learn and grow and develop into a person right before your eyes. Eight is a funny age - he's old enough now to play tackle football, but still needs a hug when he gets hurt. He's old enough to get embarrased by mom's rendition of the pussycat dolls, but still wants to sneak into mom & dad's bed for a snuggle. His favorite things are army tanks and teddy bears. His little kid innocence remains as we still watch out for Saint Nick and the tooth fairy, but he also gets great pleasure in shocking us with bad language he's picked up from friends and movies.
