Eight Years Old...

from such a little, soft, so perfect baby boy to a big eight-year-old boy!
I'm not sure how time can move so quickly. I guess it's a reminder for me...to enjoy, treasure and take lots of pictures, because time does indeed, pass by rapidly.

I remember, with vivid detail, the day he was born. He was ten days early and I remember when the doctor said it was a boy....Robert Jack Glover. Tim and I had that name picked out when he was just a "twinkle" in our eyes. He is named after both my dad and Tim's dad.

I could go on and on about my feelings and how Robert has profoundly touched/changed our lives, but I'll save that for his scrapbook. We just thank God each and every day for our little, I mean, "big" Robert. Eight years old...Happy Birthday!!
(more photos in below post of this morning.)