The Last of 8

I popped around the corner to scare him!

This is our last picture of 8 year old Jack. Tonight, when we tucked our boy in bed, we kissed the year of 8 goodbye.

The baby of our babies is going to wake up tomorrow as a 9 year old. It's a little hard to wrap my brain around that idea.

It’s been such a good year for our boy. He's done so many new things and become such a character, never failing to bring a smile to our faces and make us laugh.

He still comes in to wake us every morning by pouncing on his dad's back and flinging himself onto the bed. Then he just curls right into his mama's arms for some snuggles and kisses.

He's found Minecraft and a love of all thing electronic.

Tomorrow, he wakes up an 9 year old. Our baby is growing up so fast.

This year's start isn't the most exciting due to the quarantine. He wanted to have a party and invite some kids from school to celebrate. That isn't going to happen. He's accepted that with grace...and has set his eyes on a family trip to Disneyland once we're all free to venture out into the world again.

Jack, may the year of 9 be as great as possible while bringing you, our sweet boy, all the joy of eight and much, much more!