My First-born Turns Five...

As the old saying goes, "Where does the time go?" My oldest, Braden Riley, turns five on Monday! Try as I might, I simply cannot wrap my brain around the fact that he's been around for five whole years! He's developed such an interesting and entertaining personality, not to mention he's a slight pain in the neck at times, but his dad and I love him dearly. Five years...I've decided to take a stroll down memory lane, recalling the joys of the first born child.
*I promise not to cry during the production of this blog.*


Braden, 2 years-Garrett, 10 mos.

Braden, 2, battling the neighbors oversized soccer ball and developing a love of the game.

Three weeks and already enduring Mom's stupid photo shoots...

Papa Curley and Grandma Susie adoring their first grandchild, AKA "Bright Eyes." Six months later, Papa Curley was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and passed away by the time Braden was two...it was a short-lived, but passionate, love affair he had with little Braden. He treasured this little guy. And that's how he referred to Braden, as the "Little Guy."

The magical feeling of being a new mommy, I vividly recall Braden snoring loudly as Eric snapped this photo. Some things never change...