Turning eight is SO great!

Today Hayden turned eight years old. It's a fun age to watch; he's trying so hard to be big and resists vehemently being little.

But he is little...to me.

I'm enjoying the young man he's becoming. His heart is so kind and his demeanor is becoming more gentle. He's leaving the age where he steamrolls through life, demanding and expecting. He sees other's needs now. He recognizes that kindness feels good to receive but giving it feels amazing.

This birthday boy is probably partied out. He's had birthday celebrations here, there, and everywhere.

Superman!













Baby sisters are always willing to help.





















The big gift he's been wanting.













He was pretty thrilled with this one too.





















"I picked the coolest cake EVER, Mom!"





















The icing feels as good as it tastes.





















Guess who was watching and followed suit before I could stop her.

















Happy Birthday sweet boy. I love you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. I am so proud to call you mine.