Today is the boy's 8th birthday. It is so hard to believe that he is eight...that I have an eight year old...that I have managed to be responsible for a human being (besides myself) for eight years, and he survived. WOW! And he is such a great little guy. I have been so blessed with my son. He has made me laugh, he had made me cry, he has made me scream, and made me feel every emotion a parent can feel. I am so lucky to have such a great kid. I ask God to help me raise him right. He has already began the process of praying, and asking what it means to have Jesus in his heart. I love that! I only hope that God will give me the right words to say to him when he is ready to make that commitment.In my mind he is still that little boy that used to crawl up in my lap with a book and snuggle in before bed, but in reality he is a big kid now. I pray that he keeps his faith and walks strong in the Lord. I pray that he always puts God first in his decisions, I pray that in those times of temptation he will be strong and turn to God. I am so super proud of my boy, and am enjoying watching him grow up into a wonderful young man. Happy birthday, big boy...you will always be my baby .