Saturday the BoyChild turned eight.

Eight.Years.Old.

I am still trying to wrap my mind around that.

I’m not sure how, or when we went from this cute, sweet, chubby faced baby:

To this

Skinny ManChild.  He is handsome or good looking now, instead of cute.  I see in him the man he will become.  The long limbs.  The cow-lick.  The strong square jaw.  He is is a thinker and very introspective.  I could see him being an inventor.  Spending time alone, working on a problem.  Trying to make the world a better place.  He is very focused.  He is very thoughtful, kind and considerate.   He’s affectionate in his own way; not effusive but a gentle, thoughtful affection.

Happy Birthday, BoyChild!