Eight

You are still quick to hold my hand.

You send mail like it's your love language.

You love HGTV and the Food Network.

You hate your glasses.

You are an enthusiastic cheerleader of all your swim teammates.

You are a sucker for a good knock knock joke.

You love puppies and fuzzy blankets and gymnastics and donuts.

You hate fruit in your desserts.

You swim like you were born with flippers.

You are the neighborhood Cucumber Delivery Service from June-September.

You are eight and I am so proud to be your, Mama!