Aidan turned the big 8 last week.  It was a full weekend of birthday celebrations.  Friday he brought cupcakes to school and competed in his swim meet.  Saturday was our family party.  Then Sunday was his Harry Potter Bowling Party for his friends.  It was exhausting but fun.  He loved every minute of it.

He is a great son and wonderful brother.  He is loving and caring.  He is compassionate.  In fact day of his birthday he received the award for his class for February’s school wide theme- compassion.

Eight means no more booster seat.  That’s a big change.  Eight means a little more freedom (to be negotiated).  Eight means, according to Aidan, half way to getting his license.

I’m not sure where the time went.  At Aidan’s family party baby Angela, barely two weeks old came to celebrate.  I remember Aidan that small.  Where did eight years go?  Lots of laughter, lots of adventures, lots of fun, lots of moments of disbelief over the remarkable young man growing up before our eyes.

We are so lucky to have him in our lives.  I just wish some days, time could slow down.

Aidan, age 4