The Great Eight.

Eight freaking years.

My mini-me has turned the "Great 8" today.

The last eight years have absolutely flown by.

He's been my wing-man, my right hand man, my golfing buddy, my boy, my source of anger, my source of explainable happiness, my life, my first born, and my drinking buddy (root beer of course - for him, not me).

He's been my everything and I couldn't have asked for a better kid.

Happy Birthday Buddy; we love you!