Sunday would have been Peyton's 9th birthday. Its hard to believe he's been gone for 8 years now. I think about him often. Celeste and I went to the cemetery and took him a toy truck and she colored a picture for him for his birthday. When we got to his headstone Celeste sang happy birthday to him. It was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen. She said "Mom, when I get to Heaven I'm going to hug Peyton so hard and never let go." I said "Me too, Celeste."