9.

Life is going by in a hazy blur.

This begins our third week of summer

and I want to grab it by the saddle horn (is that a word?)

and just slow. it. down.

And this boy.

Oh this boy.

He is now nine.

My how time flies.

I adore him.

I'm not the only one.

He has more friends than any of us.

We are sure glad he's a part of our family.

Love you babe.