My first born is turning 8. My dimpled, brilliant, kind, little hockey player is turning 8. In 8 more years he'll drive. In 10 more he'll leave me. And he won't be "mine" anymore. Kids rip your heart out in pieces. One year at a time.Party this year? Evergreen Lake. Ice skating, of course.
1992: Evergreen Lake. My then boyfriend (soon to be hub), my two younger bros, and my younger sis, me on the right.
2012: TWENTY years later: Evergreen Lake. Four marriages and many deliveries (six kids missing in this pic), tears, laughs, and heartbreak later.
1992: Evergreen Lake. My then boyfriend (soon to be hub), my two younger bros, and my younger sis, me on the right.2012: TWENTY years later: Evergreen Lake. Four marriages and many deliveries (six kids missing in this pic), tears, laughs, and heartbreak later. 
And my younger bro is still a shmuck. Now he's one with grey hair.
Awww, hope you all had a wonderful time.
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