"Eight!"

So my little man is eight. Its very strange to think that my baby is eight. How fast time fly's. Too bad it doesn't slow just a little through all the good, and joyous moments. I am grateful to be able to say I have an overflow of good and joyous memories over the last eight years, and wouldn't trade those years for anything. This day was a joyous memory. I love my little family. I am overwhelmingly pleased with your decision Jarom to be baptised. May you always see the Lords blessings in your life and be filled with the spirit and gratitude you feel today. I love you little man. Always and forever, Mom.