You would have been 8 today, my Beloved Grunt Boy. I think of your 4th birthday, the last one you'd spend with us, and how you couldn't contain yourself as I brought out your presents. New toys of course! You were so happy! Even happier when you got to chow down on your special birthday steak! Happy, happy is what I think of most when I remember you. You were happiness wrapped up in a beautiful Boxer boy. Exhuberant, joyful, full of life you were. And I miss you, my sweet boy, so very, very much. I hope you are celebrating at the Bridge with all of our angel friends, some who left here before you, some who left after you. I squeaked your favorite football this morning and lit a candle for you. Momma loves you forever.