It's hard to believe that my baby is 8 years old. WOW!! Before I know it he's going to be all grown-up and my time with him before he goes off on his own will seem like a speck on the radar. More reason to treasure every moment!!
I didn't mess up with the presents. Wiping the sweat off my brow with relief. Huge sigh!!! of relief. He loved the Narnia, Prince Caspian arrow thingy I got him. He LOVED Ben 10 - and now he's having fun with his cousins. We had a sleepover. I'm exhausted. LOL
To think this guy beat all the odds. If anything he has been my biggest lesson of all in life. He showed the world just how much he wanted to survive. He beat the odds. It's crazy how those days in hospital feel just like yesterday. I know at this time 8 years ago, I was being prepped and rushed for an emergency caesar, hubby arrived at the hospital already for work - he didn't end up working that day. LOL. Our miracle was born around 09:15 - and now he's 8 years old.
Treasure every moment!!
I was also going to steal a quote from Angela. Nevermind glass, Angela has a way with words. I'll be back.
For all the Glass Artists/lampworkers/glass beadmakers/whatever name you like to go by........ :))
edited to add: "Ha! You thought artists were the sensitive, temperamental part of the equation, didn't you? Nope, the glass can be even more temperamental and egotistical. The artist who remembers that and lets their own ego go for a few moments while in front of the flame will be rewarded."