My #1 is celebrating his 8th birthday today.
It was on this day that my life became meaningful and #1 will all be my most special boy as a result.
Not my favorite. I honestly don't have a favorite (not a consistent one anyway. It changes daily based on attitude, behavior, and time of day.).
But, my most special because he made me a mommy.
A boy mommy.
And, although it's taken me almost these entire 8 years to realize it, I know that's exactly what I'm meant to be.
A mom to boys.
Which is why I found myself at Medieval Times on Saturday rooting for the yellow knight with my guys this weekend in celebration of #1's big day.
Who knew I'd be so pumped about eating with my hands and battle chanting like a 16th Century wench? (Please note, it helped that Sir Yellow Knight was easy on the eyes and that he chose me, fair maid that I am, to receive on of his battle flowers.)
Who knew that I would be happy spending 20 minutes discussing the pros and cons of using a mace versus an axe in battle?
Apparently someone did. And for that I am thankful.
Please enjoy my Whrrl tribute to #1. He helped me pick the photos (even the unflattering, future blackmail material ones) and he said it looks "really great" (ah, my baby, so succinct!).