It seems nearly impossible that we have an eight year old. Can it really be?
One who takes the initiative to pick up the phone and call up his great uncle all the way in Norway, whom he has never met but with whom he shares a birthdate, to wish him a happy birthday, too.
One who, when he sees you making lists and preparing for his upcoming birthday, produces a Fimo clay figurine of Harry Potter from his room that he made months ago with the idea of having it as a decoration on his cake.
One who spends the day counting down the hours and making decorations for his own party and (this just cracked me up) sitting with his brother like so for an inordinate part of the day, speculating as to what was inside these packages:
One who, when you ask him what he'd like for Christmas or his birthday, answers something like, "Oh. I don't know. It's too hard to decide. I'll be happy with anything. I'd rather be surprised."
Don't get me, or him rather, wrong. He's always been one to know what he wants. Believe me! He must have been born with his solid conscience and a sense of what is right and wrong, what is just and what is not. Yet he's always willing to listen to more than one side or take on things.
He may not have been the easiest baby (colic!) and, honestly, this past year, he was rather...hmmmm.....I'd rather not say "sullen" so let's say "quiet" instead. However, in the past weeks leading up to his birthday, we've been seeing him coming back into that easygoing, grinning child we've always known that he is.
It's all good, and all has it's little challenges, but I have this feeling eight is going to be a awfully fun year.
Cake, ice cream, hot cider and singing took place, by the way, outside in the cold darkness around the picnic table, in "The Great Hall", so that we could pretend that the stars weren't the real stars above but instead the enchanted ones, like at Hogwarts. A little convoluted, I know, and we forgot to explain that to the party goers, I think, so they were probably wondering why we made everyone bundle up and were dragged them out into the cold darkness. It sure made for some pretty tough picture-taking as well.