Thursday, 28 February 2013

eight

Last Friday, my little boy turned eight. EIGHT! It feels like I've been a mother forever, and the memory of my time held against my will in hospital seems very distant. On the other hand, sometimes Jack does still seem very little (which he is) and I'm grateful that he hasn't outgrown the need for a cuddle and still tells me he loves me every single day.

He constantly makes me laugh. I love his Linus-esque observations of the world around him. When he's not fighting with them, he is really wonderful with his little sisters. He loves asking me about what he was like when he was a baby - his favourite story is the one about the time he farted so loudly, it scared the dog. That one never stops being funny, apparently.

He's the one that brought quite a few of you to this site, in fact (or at least many of you "found" me when I was pregnant with Jack.) I love my boy with all my heart. He's changed my life forever, for the better.

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2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Me! I am one that found you when you were pregnant with Jack! I LOVED reading your blog and hearing about your experiences with pregnancy and new motherhood. In fact, I loved it so much I went and got myself knocked up not too long after I found your blog. About a year after Jack was born I had a little boy of my own ( who is now 7, and I can't believe how the time has flown). Every now and then I check in here for an update on your family and your life. Thanks for keeping the blog alive! :)

Lisa Durbin said...

That's so lovely to hear, thank you Elizabeth! Scary how quickly time flies, isn't it? Congrats on your (not so) little boy. :)