7:47 am David turned 8 this morning. This is a blurry pic of him at exactly the time he was born 8 years ago. I walked into his room and he was sitting there. Waiting for me to come in and take the picture...like every year. "Do I look 8?" "Do I sound 8?" I said yes. He said he didn't think so. Of course, I think he looks huge. A long way from the 4.5 pounds when he was born. The phone rang - he said, "Do you think that is Grandma?" It wasn't. The next time it rang it was:) He gets to go to the toy store to spend some of his birthday money today. AND Chick-fil-A chicken biscuits for breakfast. Why do I take the picture of him at exactly the time when he was born? I was there, of course. But I was asleep when he was born. And when I woke up I think my first words were not about my new baby....but something to the effect of "I feel like crap." I didn't get to see David until he was about 12 hours old. My first thought was...he looks just like me. I still think he does....more than anyone else does. My first. The one who made me Mommy. Happy Birthday David!