He is my baby boy.
And he occupies every square inch of my heart.
Today he turns 8.
Never to be 7 again.
In fact this will be the last time I will put "8" candles on a birthday cake for any of my children.
And that makes me sad.
Not sad enough to go and have another....no, not that sad.
But sad nonetheless.
Everything about Aidan is big.
His smile.
Those hazel eyes.
His enthusiasm for life.
His heart.
His laughter is infectious.
His wit exceptional.
His conversations priceless.
This week:
Me: "Aidan I need to you tune everything out of your mind right now except your Math okay?"
Aidan: "Everything?"
Me: "Everything!"
Aidan (wheels turning): "Well, can I tune it all back in when I'm done with my Math?"
He was dead serious.
Laughter erupted.
He didn't think it was that funny.
He is silly.
He is the laughter of our family.
He lives life wide open.
He inspires me.
He is pure joy.
He is mine.
For a little while anyway.
"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"