I remember when you were a baby and I would press my face into your chubby little neck, breathe in your sweet baby smell and think, "I better never forget this exact moment right here," because I loved you so intensely that I was certain it wasn't possible to feel more love than I did in that second.
But 8 years of loving you has proved me wrong. I loved you so much then but just like your little self, that love has grown over the years--bit by bit, imperceptible on a daily basis, and then during a random moment I'm flooded with the reality of how big you are or of how I love you so much that it physically hurts my heart sometimes.
So I hug you and bury my face into your neck and breathe in your little boy smell and think, "I better never forget this exact moment right here," even though experience tells me that my love for you will continue to grow as you do; a thrilling, impossible thought that fills me with hope and happiness and terrifies me all at the same time.
Thank you for bringing such joy and love to our lives. Happy Birthday to you (and happy day to me for having you and knowing you.)
I like you, I love you and I'll always protect you.
(And I hope you will always let me hug you and sniff you.)