Porter's B-day

Our first little baby turned eight a couple of weeks ago. It is hard to believe!

This is the miracle child that took me by my stubborn 21-year-old finger and began my lifelong course in motherhood. He taught me patience by instructing me in the delicate art of nursing. He taught me selflessness by implementing a very strict nighttime regiment that involved sleeping in only one-hour increments. He even taught me not to cry over my lost hours of sleep (although that took some time) by looking into my eyes and always being so happy to see me. He taught me flexibility by randomly changing his sleeping and eating routines at least once a week. He taught me humility by sending me off to Spanish class with projectile vomit on my nice leather jacket and welcoming me back home with large wet circles leaking through my shirt. He taught me forgiveness, by not looking at me with scorn when I left a lot to be desired as his mother. He taught me inter-dependence by being completely vulnerable, and looking to me (and his amazing father, of course) for even the most basic human needs. What an amazing little boy. We are so happy that he is ours.

I really didn't mean to get swept away like that. I was actually planning to blog more about his baptism, than his actual birthday. I guess that will have to follow. You know, though, how old (I mean "older") people always tell you to enjoy your children while they're young, because they'll be grown before you know it? Well, it's true and I think I've just finally started to understand that unalterable fact.

Okay, so on a much less sentimental note, we had a very fun time celebrating his b-day. We went to Chuck E. Cheese's on the actual big day (with Grandma and cousins).

And had a family party the following day with my mom, and Kevin's family.

We sure love our little (I mean big) boy!