October 4th, Brigham turned 8,
the magic number,
the defining age.
We celebrated while visiting Ben's parents, who are serving a mission in MT.
It was a Sunday, conference Sunday, so we celebrated with President Monson and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir...not quite the friends he was planning on at his "party," but, what can you do?
Brigham is a boy I can count on. He's logical, practical, ingenuitive, mathy. He is his father's son. However, he is love-y through and through (that's the part he gets from me:)). I love when we're walking and he'll still reach out and take my hand. Sometimes, I think my body is magnetic because his head or other limbs will crash into me (gently, usually) if I'm around him. Snugly, that's the word. He has to run back in and kiss me every time he thinks the bus is coming, and still waves once he finds a seat (I did the same thing as a kid).
Brigham's internal compass is right-on. Like this children's book we love to read, Scarlette Beane, he'll grow up to be "tall and strong, and do something wonderful." I know it, and I can't wait to see who he becomes.
Now, I'm sure if he read this, he would be totally embarrassed. Please keep my secret: I have a really great 8 year-old (who still loves to kiss me goodnight).
Happy Birthday, Kiddo.