My boy turned eight on Monday.  We celebrated the day with biscuits and gravy for breakfast, a trip to the batting cages, hot dogs for lunch, grilled steaks for dinner, and a family movie.  Telling the story of his birth is really about recounting my triumphs; twelve days past the “due date” and no pain medication of any kind.  He was nearly a pound and a half bigger than the girls when he was born and his square and sturdy back testified to the strong boy he’d become.  He can recall nearly every thing he hears and his laugh is always heartfelt and full of joy.  I’m so glad he is a part of our family!

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