the boy turned 8

Eight years ago we came home from a New Years Eve Party. I was 6 days late and not feeling great. As I was climbing up in bed i felt a gush. A sure sign he was on his way it was 2 a.m on January 1st. I held him in my arms for the very first time at 7:30 p.m and he was looking at me with those big brown eyes.

I might not be able to lift me as easily and napping with Maman is not something he wants to do anymore but in many more ways than not he’s still my baby.

Happy Birthday Cacahuete!

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