I can't believe you are eight years old! Your papa and I (ok, mostly me) say this every year. You are our first born. The day you were born you made us a mama and a papa and it's crazy to think that was eight years ago.
I love the person that you are and every day you completely bless me. You are warm and loving, artistic, smart and funny. You are a leader and take your role as the biggest brother seriously, comforting your siblings when they are hurt or being quick to tell me when someone is getting into trouble (or doing that job yourself, when I have to remind you that you aren't the parent). You are gracious and kind and your teacher and other adults around you always comment on how you are such a great kid.
I feel so proud and so blessed to have you as my son. You teach me so much about forgiveness and love just by living them out. I love that you are so quick to extend grace to me and to everyone around you.
Your heart is that of an artist. You are free and confident and loving and serious and silly and deep. Even at eight I see a deepness in you that I am excited to watch. You know your name means, "Now I will praise the Lord" and my prayer is that you would always praise the Lord in all that you do. That your life would be a sweet song to Jesus. That He would hold you in the palm of His hand, he would keep you innocent, but with deep empathy for the hurting and the broken in the world. That you would continue to be real and emotional and to feel things deeply. As hard as that is to parent sometimes I know that your heart, that sweet and sensitive deep heart of yours, is a precious gift from God. I pray that no circumstance would take away your vulnerability and your ability to feel deeply. Don't ever put walls up, my sweet Judah, let Jesus protect you and you trust in Him.
I love you more than life, Judah. I love you because you are you. Always know that no matter where you go, what you do, and who you become we love and support you. We adore you and nothing can change that. You are so loved, my dear.