My baby boy is eight. How did that happen? I still remember how thrilled I was the day he was born. Caleb had a brother. This boy, unlike the rest of his siblings, has always been bigger and stockier. He’s the only one with wavy hair. He’s the only one who moves at a comfortable pace. And he’s the only one who has this special place in my heart. Happy birthday, sweet Sam. Eight is ENOUGH for now.