eight
The days of seven and the details that lived inside each one, are now memories to a just-turned-eight-year-old. Another year for you begins. And because each one seems to pass quicker than the year before, I’m reminded to show even more appreciation for the present. You’re as young as you’ll ever be. I’m thankful for eight.
Love him! (P.S. Your writing gets better and better all the time ~ I guess it’s got to keep up with your photography)