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!