Wow, eight years ago today, I was scared to death waiting to embark on the newest, grandest, and hardest adventure of my life. I was getting ready to give birth for the first time. I remember knowing without a doubt that I was going to die, and someone else was going to have to raise my baby. But as you can read I did not die and my fears gave way to incredible joy as I found myself holding a new purplish little monkey-face that I found absolutely beautiful. Now he's eight and comes up to my shoulders, can wear my shoes & socks. He's such a good boy and I'm so proud of him. I would "die" all over again to have him in my life. Happy birthday to my first baby. I love you Wesley!