8

Today Cameron turns 8 years old.  I love this little boy more than I could possibly put into a blog.  There is no feeling to replace how I felt the day the doctor put him in my arms.  That has been the best day of my life.  I don't think it will be possible for anything to ever trump that day.  This is what I wrote in my journal when he was born..."Cameron is awesome.  I could sit and stare at him all day long.  He is perfect.  He has the cutest little nose, and a darling little chin.  He is so tiny. I am so thankful for this sweet little spirit and I am so grateful that I get to stay home with him."  Some of the things I recorded in his book were the price of milk.  $1.79 a gallon and a gallon of gas $2.00.  Right now Cameron loves weather.  He is very interested in wind speeds and storms.  He loves sports.  Especially the cougars and so right now of course he loves Jimmer Fredette.  Soon he will be cheering for the Dodgers.  Cameron's eight years have been different from most little eight year old boys.  He has been through some difficult times.  His little life is complicated.  I am so thankful for how hard he tries.  Being his Mom is very humbling.  It has increased my faith and taught me greater patience and what unconditional love is really all about.  Cameron will be baptised next month.  I am thankful for the miracles we have seen in his life.  He is a special little boy and I am glad I get to be his Mom.  It is the hardest of any of my jobs or roles I have ever had but I know my Heavenly Father is depending on me to prepare this little boy to return to him.  I love you Cameron.  You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.