Wow, eight, I swear just yesterday, I was patiently waiting for them to bring you to my room after them keeping you in the NICU due to fluid in your lungs. You were perfect. I was the only one who calm you and still today that remains the same.
I pray your Faith continues to grow. I love how you know that saying a prayer can make you feel better. I love how you say, "Don't worry Mom, God will take care of us!" And its that simple reminder that keeps me going. I hope you always put The Lord first and that you rely on him to carry you through this crazy thing called life. I hope you choose to live for him and that you choose the road less traveled.
I will never be able to tell you how much I love you. Happy 8th Birthday my boy.