I tucked my son in last night telling him the story of what I was doing at that time 8 years ago. Calling my mom to have her get on a plane, calling the doctor and hoping he would tell me it was time to go to the hospital, quietly cursing the lamaze instructor, etc.
Then he woke up to this…
A little visual reminder of all of his past birthdays.
And donuts in the shape of an 8.
And 8 balloons.