




Seriously where does the time go! Here is a picture tribute to my small fry. The child who came rushing out on his bday (quite the opposite of big fry). We used to joke about how serious he was. I remember nursing him when it was dark and quiet and no one was awake but the two of us and he would have this frown-like a little gnome. I always wondered what he was thinking. He is still a serious thinker and a worrier (sorry kiddo-its genetic) but at the same time can be a ball of energy. I love laying in bed and hearing him run across the wood floors. I don't think he ever walks from here to there.
So here is to you small fry on your 8th birthday. To who you are and you will be. I hope you become all the things you want to be!