I have an 8 year old.
What’s that you say? 8? How can that be? Was it not just yesterday I was holding your chubby little hand crossing the street? I certainly don’t feel any older, maybe more tired – but not older.
You decided to have a water gun fight Birthday party, and what an excellent idea it was! We filled up buckets with water, water balloons and plenty of water guns to get everyone soaked with. All your buddies came back home with us and had a taco feast and cupcakes for dessert. I will admit to being exhausted by the time everyone had gone home, but when I tucked you in and kissed you good night you told me that this was the best day you have ever had. Well, that made it the best day for me too.
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