Happy Birthday, my little one.

It's late and I'm tired but I couldn't let this day go by without telling the world how much I love you, Oliver.  So even though you kept me up last night between 2:30 and 6am, I think I'll keep you.  But let's not make it a habit again, OK?  I have a feeling that eight is going to be an awesome year, we have a lot of adventures ahead of us, and I want to be well rested for it.