Will turned 8 today, and a fun filled birthday it has been. Actually, his birthday celebration started just over a week ago with the trip to Cedar Point, and it will (more or less) conclude tomorrow with a Daddy/Will golf outting where he will try out his new golf clubs, one of his gifties.
Will started the day with a telephone conversation with Grandpa Dan and Grandma Jan. Then we took in cupcakes for his classmates at school, a big hit of course. After school, Will and I (okay, mostly me) baked the birthday cake you see before him (okay, from a mix). Then Grandpa Bill and Grandma Irmgard called and sang a chorus of “Happy Birthday.” And then we all went out to dinner at Will’s pick, California Pizza Kitchen, always a hit.
As I sit here and type this now, I think back to the night Will was born 8 years ago. I don’t have enough time to write up all of the details of it (and I’m not sure it would be all that interesting here anyway), but it’s funny because I remember it all quite vividly, even though– fast-forward to today– Will’s third grade teacher told me this morning, while I was holding a flimsy box of cupcakes, that we have raised a good little boy.