When the alarm rings (or in our case, miaows) tomorrow, Mark will be eight.
And an odd thought struck me today. Until now, his birthdays have, for me, marked the passage of time away from babyhood. But this one feels different. It feels like being on the cusp of something good.
At eight, I feel the world beginning to open up for him. So many possibilities, so much adventure. All there for the taking. And this year I am standing, willing him to seize the opportunities with both hands. To reach out towards everything he dreams about.
And I have a feeling this boy will.