Tomorrow my baby will be eight years old.  It is just so hard to believe.  I have loved every minute of it (I think that is a gift from God, mommy amnesia, so we can forget the bad parts, like labor).  I believe in mommy amnesia.  My own mother says I was a perfect child, and well, I remember getting in trouble plenty, not to mention my horrible stubborn streak and intense need to always be right.  So tomorrow my baby is eight, but today he is seven, going on seventeen.  He is so grown up.  But I still get precious moments where he is still my baby.

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