Brevin's 8th birthday was on Sunday. In following tradition, we tell him about the day he was born.

It was a Thursday, and he was scheduled to be induced at the exact time he was born on his own. What a kind and considerate baby. The Summer Olympics in Australia were on in our hospital room. For some reason, to this day, I feel like I should be nursing a baby whenever the Olympics are on. I remember Grammie was there with Randy (behind me so he couldn't see anything, which was a good thing since he almost passed out from that view), they were both such a great support to me.

I remember putting Brevin on my chest the minute he was born. I cried tears of joy and said, "Oh, isn't he so handsome!" I knew he was my Brevin boy. I loved his dark blonde hair and his Kermit the Frog legs (some things don't change) and what an easy baby he was. He was my angel baby. Ate, diaper change, play, sleep.

I remember holding him and thinking "This is an obedient Spirit". He is an obedient child and a great older brother for his two younger sisters.

To celebrate his birthday, he went flying in an airplane! As I saw him take off with the pilot and the other two kids, I thought--"He's really flying. Let him fly. He's ready." And he really is ready to be more independent, accountable, a boy.

For his birthday, he wanted a Transformer Party. New friends and old friends were there. From his family, he enjoyed getting his own Cub Scout Uniform, own set of scriptures, and a scripture case from Ghana and an elephant carved from Ghana. Thanks Mom and Dad. He is really growing up.

His baptism will be October 11th. How did 8 years go by so quickly?