The Eve of Eight

Just a bit ago, I kissed away the year of seven as I said goodnight to Shawn and Jason. Tomorrow, our two pound miracles will wake up as grown up eight year olds.

I can't believe it is going this fast. I know I say this a lot, but it's true.

Eight.

8!

Two years away from double digits...

My mind can't even wrap itself around that.

The house has been decorated. The balloons have been hung. In a few short hours, it will be a whole new world for them. Big things happen for eight year olds, you know.

Exciting things.

Fun things! :)

Here's hoping the year of 8 brings us lots of laughter, joy, and adventure!

Happy Birthday Eve, you two. We love you to the moon and back!