There was a Spring Blizzard this day eight years ago. The temperatures dropped - the wind picked up - and the snow was being tossed like a potato salad.
It was a fitful night for sure until 7:10 AM. That's when Caleb emerged and joined us on dry land.
Life hasn't been the same since then.
It was appropriate that he was born while Beethoven's 'Ode to Joy' was playing in the background - as he has been a source of immense joy and happiness. When he was born he was 7 pounds and 12 ounces and 20 inches long. Little did we know how big he would become.
As he grew - he grew tall and fast. By the time he was two - he was the size of a four year old. It would be a little embarrassing when he would be going about his normal two year old activities - and other parents would look at us like: "Is your kid retarded?"
"No - he's just two."
"He's two? He's freakin' huge!"
Then we'd get praises on how good of a sports man he would be whether it be baseball, football, etc etc etc.
More years passed - he grew and developed. He has my sense of humor and temperament. He has Amber's ability to rationalize things internally. He somehow got the 1/4 bit of German he has into his eyes and hair color - while getting the thick Eskimo coarseness. Wild.
Today he is eight. I haven' had luck keeping pets or plants around very long - I hope I don't mess it up - so far so good. Sorta.