Eight feels so big. Somehow overnight he looks older… taller, wiser, still completely himself but just a little more grown. This boy has the most generous heart. He’s the first to share his last bite, the first to help a sibling, and happiest when he’s outside exploring. He loves the outdoors, animals, and any little creature he can get his hands on. He’s smart, funny, and so independent. He’s the kind of kid who just figures things out. Basketball, bikes, and backyard adventures are his love languages.
The night before his birthday, Ryne and I stayed up late blowing up balloons for his arch. Somewhere between the balloon chaos and the bedtime delirium, we realized I had accidentally ordered the wrong number balloon. Ryne had just finished inflating a giant shiny seven before either of us noticed. We laughed until our faces hurt — the kind of laugh that only happens when it’s too late to fix anything and you’re running on sugar and love. Thankfully, Target drive-up came to the rescue first thing in the morning, and by breakfast, a proper number eight was floating proudly above the table.
The morning kicked off with a brand new tradition- a birthday breakfast date with Dad. Ryne told Conrad he could order anything he wanted. Pancakes, sausage, and hot chocolate- the works. But the best part wasn’t the food. Ryne came prepared with a list of thoughtful questions. Things like, “What do you do when you get nervous?” “When do you feel scared?” “When you picture God, what face is He making?” “What do you pray for when you pray?” and “What do you hope you’re like when you grow up?” It was such an intentional way to mark a new year. These kids are the luckiest! Conrad came home beaming, full of hot chocolate and joy, declaring it his “new favorite tradition ever.”
For dinner, we told Conrad he could pick anywhere he wanted, and he chose Shake Shack. No frills, just burgers, fries, and a milkshake. Simple, easy, perfect. Classic Conrad. My favorite thing about this age, though, is his laugh. The way he throws his head all the way back when something really gets him- It’s pure joy. Every night when I tuck him in, I say, “You’re my sweet boy,” and he still whispers back, “You’re my sweet mama.” I hope to never forget it.
We love you so much, Conrad! Eight looks so, so good on you, dude. Happiest birthday to you, buddy!
