the middle of our Oreo

We’ve been cutting boards, painting, sanding and covering ourselves in sawdust all weekend. I think Chris has finally come to the conclusion that being married to me means the projects never end. This weekend also involved lots of family time and celebrating the youngest of the Campbell guys. Yesterday I was commenting on how I didn’t write a blog post for today and my newly turned 8 year old said, “You can write a blog post about me.” I told him I would need some new pictures for that post, so we stepped outside….

Off to the side, his brothers were playing basketball. It made for a good opportunity to snap a couple brother shots. Goodness I like these guys. They are so wonderfully strange and fun and hilarious. They make me laugh one minute and want to pull out my hair the next. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 8 years ago we stepped into a hospital not knowing if we would walk out with a baby boy or a baby girl. I was convinced we would have a girl because everything was different about the pregnancy. The doctor held up a tiny baby and declared, “It’s a boy!” He hasn’t stopped surprising me since that moment.

Chris told him he is like the cream in an Oreo. The cream is what make an Oreo an Oreo…it holds the whole cookie together. He is that perfect center in the middle of our family. Everything kind of falls apart in our home when he isn’t around. He is the best combination of seriousness and total goofball. He has a special handshake for me and one for his dad…and does a million other little things in our home to make sure everyone feels loved and seen.

He also just smiles when someone calls him a “Momma’s boy” because he knows all those hugs and thoughtful gestures make me feel special and there are perks to loving your mom well 🙂Happy Birthday to my favorite 8 year old!