I haven't been able to do Bubba's birth video, yet. It's a problem having both boys' birthdays and the holidays all crammed together.
But I love him very much. I fell asleep holding him last night, his little boy head nuzzled into my shoulder. He's been having trouble sleeping again for the past few weeks, often waking around 1 or 2 in the morning disoriented and scared. How lucky I am to hear "Thanks Mommy. I love you all the way to Heaven." as he drifts back to sleep.
Eight years old today. Eight flippin' years old. How in the hell did that happen?