Indeed

He’s not a fan of his front teeth, but I am!  I know that space won’t be there forever, and some day he’ll grow into the size of those top teeth.  There’s just something lovely about an almost nine year old and crazy orthodontics.

This week he’s counting down his last days of being eight, and making plans for his birthday celebration on Sunday.

I’m thankful he still gives great hugs, and that he’s planning on getting married someday and having 16 kids.  They are all going to live kiddy corner across the street from me in the big brick house with the lovely green lawn, which sounds terrific to me.