Today is Carter's eighth birthday. Eight whole years. I'm not going to lie. Carter has been a handful most of his eight years. But I love him.
Carter has been an instigator. He has made messes (i.e., smearing feces all over himself, numerous times -- the old tiff file won't upload). He has gotten into a lot of trouble. I have wanted to send him back many, many times. But ... he's mine and I truly adore him.
He is sweet and sensitive. He is smart. He is funny. He is silly. He has his own style of clothing and decorating. He loves all boy things. He is helpful. He is observant.
I love you, Carter, and I'm so happy that you're here. I wish you many, many more happy birthdays.
(Carter requested the red and blue crown -- his two favorite colors. It is reversible, too. Blue with red sides.)