Every time my son and I are together again after any kind of separation he asks, "So, how was your day?"
And, by separation I mean, a trip to the store, picking him up from the sitter or even after a particularly long afternoon of playing legos in the playroom.
He will ask me that exact same question right before he asks me for something he really wants or if he has nothing else to say and he just wants to talk.
Those five words are my favorite words, my favorite sentence for that matter. I look forward to it each and every day.
Today he turns eight. EIGHT!
He stands just at my shoulders and often I will put him on the step stool to reach something that I can't reach. He has a smile that will make you smile and he is just down right handsome. The perfect mix of me and his dad.
He is also so funny and creative; kind and generous. He is my sweet prince.
And today he is freakin' eight years old!