No one can believe I am old enough to have an 8 year old...I totally get it. But it's true, 8 years ago today I went through the worst pain of my life, seriously questioning my choices to have children the whole way through it, and delivered a big headed little boy we named Davis. Little did we know that his head would actually seem small in comparison to the things we would find inside of it! Happy 8th birthday Davis- we love you. I hope that the next year brings you tons of laughter, joy, confidence, good friends, and certainly a tooth to fill that long lingering gap in the top of your smile. :-)
If I could, I would do it ALL over again. I would just drink more between years 3 and 5.