The Birthday Boy

He had to go to school on his birthday, much to his dismay.

In protest he would not open his eyes or even acknowledge me.

After school he did get some good cuddles from daddy and licks of an ice cream cake.

As soon as Brayden left for school, I had a melt down.  Some how his birthdays always sneak up on me.  Perhaps because he is developmentally stuck in this baby like ability or that I just cannot believe he is still with us at 8 years old.  I have never let myself think about he growing up or getting bigger.  When he birthday arrives I am overwhelmed with emotions coming from every which way.  Mostly I am so thankful we have had 8 years with him.