You are playing on a basketball and football team. You downhill ski. You fold your clothes (when repeatedly told). You get your own breakfast. You shower yourself. Your reading is amazing. You are a champion speller. You are blossoming and becoming quite a lovely young man.
You had your First Reconcilliation last night. After practicing on your mama (thank you for trusting me) you got your nerves under control and made your first confession. When you were done you walked over to me with your wonderful smile beaming and said, "I feel great!" I was so happy for you.
This past year has brought so much growth to you. Not only physically, as anyone can see how you continue to sprout up, but emotionally and intellectually as well. You are truly striving to be a good boy. You try to be a good brother to your siblings, though that is a tough job for you sometimes. Your brothers are both the bane of your existence and your very best friends in the world. You are completely smitten with your sister and tell her every five minutes how pretty and sweet she is. Both your brothers and your sister are so very fortunate to have you as their oldest brother.
You have boundless energy. It is difficult to wear you out. You are always on the move. Always ready for action. Every day when you come home from school the first words out of your mouth are, "Can I go play outside?"
You are a friend to all. And everyone is your friend. The minute you meet someone you tell me they are your friend. Do you know their name? Nope. But they are your friend. It makes your mama both very proud of you and very nervous at the same time. But this is always who you have been. "That's my friend!" has always been in your vocabulary from little on.
You do all the things an eight year old does.
It should be easy for me to believe.
Today you are eight years old.
I don't know how that happened.
Happy Birthday, Joey!