Today you would be 8. Oh how I miss you! We went to the Rainforest Cafe to celebrate you. We had a "french fry toast", a volcano and I even pressed my face into some window displays at Grapevine Mills...just like you always used to. We all wore jeans and we talked about how your favorite thing was the fish tanks and pretending that you were going to put your ketchupy hands on your daddy's jeans. That gleam in your eye is something that lives strong in my memory. You were always a little mischievous. ;-)
My favorite part of the day came just before bed. We all sat down and wrote out one of our favorite memories or things about you and we read the one's we wrote last year. I loved listening to Drew, Sam, Lizzy, Abby and your daddy talk about things they loved, things they miss, and even some things that drove us crazy. We laughed, we cried, we prayed. We love you. We miss you. We remember you. I hope that somehow the Lord let's you know just how much we love and miss you. I hope He let's you know just how incredibly blessed we are to call you our son and brother. And I thank you for leaving us with our hearts full of memories...I really still think there might be a million of them.
You were one awesome kid.
Happy 8th birthday in heaven, Little Buddy. I cannot wait to see you again.
Love always,
"Mama"
