My first born is EIGHT!

It's hard to believe that my little guy isn't so little anymore. I remember VIVIDLY bringing him home from MUSC, crying, and praying to God that I could just keep him alive for 6 months (can you say POST pregnancy hormones???). Needless to say, I successfully kept him alive, and now he is 8 years old. He had a great year in second grade. He is getting so tall, and we are so proud of how he is turning out. He is a great big brother, STILL has energy like I have never seen, but is such a gentle loving boy. I know that time doesn't stand still, but somehow it feels like it's in fast forward. Summer will be over before I know it and he will be entering the 3rd grade. *sigh* I just love that kid. He's the best.