Today our oldest mini turned Eight.
Eight seems like a big kid. I know, he’s still small, but to us, it seems big. He’s grown quite a bit in height the past few months and consistently provides glimpses of the more empathetic human he’s becoming.
His reading, while good at the outset of the school year has really sky rocketed and he loves to read. I loved to read as a kid, although I will admit, I distinctly remember getting an “N” on my 2nd grade report card for not doing my after school reading. Too many afternoons spent on the phone to one Mr. Trotter and Ms. Ogden of my youth. Doesn’t seem that long ago for me. But alas, that will be 34 years ago for me tomorrow. Time it does fly by.
I know the phrase, “Enjoy it; it goes by so quickly” about raising kids is so tainted and uttering it almost packs as much fire power as the presidential election of 2016, but it is very true. I find myself trying to hold onto the moments more with our 5 year old because it’s already difficult to remember those with Brendon, from just 3 years ago.
And now he’s eight.
Happy 8th Birthday to our Boozis Meezus Beezee!*
* Brendon told his class this was his nickname. To which one kid responded, “I don’t think I can remember that” Haha!!