Happy Birthday Smed!!

September 14th has come again and yet again I cannot believe that Sawyer is another year older. Eight years ago as we sat in the McCall hospital for thirty-some hours watching the World Trade Center disaster play out again and again I would not have been able to tell you how amazing my oldest is or was going to be. Sawyer is my sensitive helper and my right hand. You are so quick to talk back and want the last word, might I say a little llama drama. You are smart and have an endearing sense of humor and a deep love of animals, fake and real. I cannot imagine our lives without you in it and all that followed. I cannot wait for the years ahead, and yes, I know that they will fly by as these so quickly have. Without good family my prayer of being a mother might have gone unfulfilled, I cannot even imagine. We love you Smed and hopefully your eighth year will go slower than your seventh. Happy Birthday.