Today you are 8. I think that is great.
My water broke in the early a.m. yet you didn’t come out until the late p.m. You screamed and cried. You were rather pissed off given you had some kind of weird monitors screwed into your head while I was delivering you. Not to mention that it took a vacuum to get your huge Biasotti head out of me. Man, I would be screaming the rest of the night, too. You stopped immediately when I took you out of your bassinet, and held you in my arms all night.
Now you are growing up. You are a dog lover, an athlete, and a delight to watch. Happy Birthday.