It seems almost impossible to believe that eight years have gone by already...
It doesn't seem all that long ago that your father and were I at the hospital, staring into your plastic bassinet.
We were so enthralled by you, and yet somewhat terrified, too. You seemed so small; so very, very small.
At first we just called you "the thing in the box that goes SQUEAK", because we were having a difficult time grasping the enormity of it all.
There was one thing that we were certain of that day, as we gazed down at you. We knew that we could never love anything more.
And we were wrong.
We love you more with each and every day.
Happy Eighth Birthday, Baby....