Tomorrow my little surro man will be 8 months old. I've been really thinking about him the last few days. I ponder on how big he must be. I wonder what he is up to, if he is crawling to their Christmas tree tearing all the ornaments off and they keep telling no. I wonder when he smiles at them does he have two or more cute teeth that shine at them. Does he laugh so hard that their heart melt every time.
I know he is great hands. I know his family LOVES him so much. I KNOW they adore him. I am sad that I don't get to witness this but I know I am supposed to sacrifice for this little guy and I will continue to sacrifice. I love that little boy and his family. My mom is always telling me "nobody can never take that you carried him" Wise words mommy, Thank you!
Happy 8 months little guy!