A minor milestone

My baby turned 8 years old today.

It was a busy day, with an early morning football game and breakfast eaten in the car on the way. A birthday present was opened on the ride too. A new batman for my superhero fiend. We celebrated this afternoon with ice cream cake, and a small party of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.

My birthday boy celebrated by gleefully throwing his 5-year-old car seat in the trash. I'm glad to see the car seat go too, but I'm a bit nostalgic. It's the last symbol of his babyhood - gone. It really feels like just yesterday I was putting his 10-year-old big brother in the car seat for the very first time for that cautious ride home from the hospital.

I'm again reminded that they grow up so fast, and to enjoy every minute of their childhood.