09/13/2026
Eight. 🤍
I’m not sure how we got here so fast.
Somehow, the little boy we brought home eight years ago is now this big, funny, kind, wild, curious boy who has a million questions, a million ideas, and enough energy to keep us on our toes every single day.
And if I could freeze time, I think I’d freeze it right here.
Right here, with the boy who still gets excited about the things he loves. Who can spend all day on the farm and come home covered in dirt. Who loves Auburn football and thinks there’s nowhere better to be on a Saturday night. Who still wants to tell us every detail of his day. Who loves his friends fiercely. Who is learning who he is and becoming more and more himself every day.
Last night, we stayed up way too late celebrating you at Auburn with one of your best buddies. Watching you experience something you love so much while getting to share it with a friend who had never been to a college football game before was one of those moments I hope I never forget.
Because I know these are the days I know I’ll miss someday.
The late nights. The muddy clothes. The endless questions. The little boy who still reaches for our hand. The excitement over something as simple as getting to go to a football game with a friend.
So today, on your eighth birthday, I’m trying to slow down enough to really soak it all in.
Happy birthday to our Charlie.
You are so deeply loved, buddy. We are so proud of the boy you are, and even more excited to see the boy you’re becoming.
But don’t grow up too fast, I think we’re really going to enjoy eight. ❤️
