8 is great!

Truly it is, just ask Trenton! 

A birthday is always just cause for celebrating, but, when you look at it, 8 is a monumental year!

Let's review, shall we? By the time your eight you have really accomplished a lot things. You have mastered the following:

Walking, talking, running, meandering and poking along. You have successfully learned how to get distracted by each and everything when getting somewhere in a timely fashion is necessary.

You have learned how to use your words, good and bad. In proper context and sometimes loud obnoxious 8 year old boy voices. You have graduated from a bottle to a sippy cup, and can handle a lidless cup, in the kitchen of course because your eight and dont always pay attention, so it still get spilled often. You no longer need someone to wash your grungy little toes or scrub your hair, you just need to be reminded several times not to forget them when you get into the shower. At the ripe age of eight you have learned how to actually read the words inside your favorite bedtime story. No one must read you the instructions to your favorite game, because you can do it all by yourself. You now have the ablitiy to make sound, just decisions, your opinion counts, because your eight. Not only can you write you letters, you can spell anything and decipher what anybody else is spelling around you. You have graduated from knowing what the big yellow M means when driving through town to being able to locate the local dentist, lawyer and insurance agent. All because you learned your letters, put them together and learned how to read. Eight is fascinating.

You, my child, have learned your colors, started drawing lines, then circles and can color in the lines making masterpiece's for all to enjoy. You have learned that the season's change, and what months, weeks and days, as well as the holidays in each month. There is even a little bit of remembering your families birthdays beginning to stick in your little busy brain.  You have learned that friendship and companionship is important, and that everybody needs someone to confide and trust in.

At eight, you have graduated from the baby seat in the car. You are officially allowed to ride solo, in the seat, without a carseat or booster, using only the car manufacturer's seat belt  (and a safe, competent driver) to keep you safe. 

Most of all, at eight, you have learned that famliy comes first and that they are the most important thing you need to succeed. You, my boy, are a loud, smelly, fun, eight year old who means the world to his family. You have been a blessing from heaven. Whoever tells you that eight isnt great, hasnt taken the time to think about all the things you have done in these eight short years. So, Happy EIGHT Birthday Mr. Trenton!