He is 8...

Happy 8th birthday son, as the years go by--I only miss you more and more. I wonder what your teeny little voice has changed into, I wonder if you still love music as much as you did. I wonder what your favorite subject in school is. I wonder if you know how much you mean to me and how badly I want to love all over you and hold you in my arms forever. I miss when you used to whisper in my ear "don't worry Mommy--be happy" You were such a bright young boy at such a young age. It has been 3 years since I've had the privilege of seeing your handsome and precious face and the joy of holding you tight. I miss your blond hair and huge blue eyes. I miss how you used to be the cutest little rapper! I miss your teeny little hands and how they would always hold mine tight. I miss making up the silliest songs to rock you to sleep with. I miss wiping your tears away and telling you that I love you over and over again. I hope you still hear that in your head... Mommy loves you. I can't help but cry and cry on this day, your birthday. I hope today you have tons of yummy cake--your favorite kind. I hope today your wishes come true and you have a ton of laughs with friends and everyone sings to you! I hope today you feel love and happiness. I hope to see you again someday and kiss that perfect little nose.