You, my little man, are now seven years old. Seven. S-e-v-e-n!! Oh dear.
To top that off - in just a few short days, you will be finished with first grade! Now wait just a dang minute. There's no way you're already seven and finishing first grade?! How is this possible?
Your feet are almost as big as mine. I know: I tried on your flip flops.
You're getting taller by the minute! All of your jeans have obviously been stolen and replaced with another child's much shorter jeans (who also have the propensity to rip the left and only the left knee....amazing coincidence, yes?)
You're getting stronger and faster every day. We wrestle on the couch and I have to remind you that I'm a girl, and we're more gentle with girls! Then you whack me on the head.
You have your own crazy sense of humor. You kill me with your booty-shaking dance moves. Everything is better loud and fast. And loud.
You're hungry ALL THE TIME. My ears bleed from hearing, "Mama, can I have a snack?", or after supper: "I'm still hungry".
You have amazed and astounded me with your mad baseball skillz this season. To see the difference over such a short period of time - what a change! All in stride for you though. (I love watching you play!!)
You're open and honest. A true friend and social butterfly: you've never met a stranger.
Your laugh is still as infectious as ever. Your energy is non-stop. (And loud.)
You meet life head-on, and wide-open, bubba! Your sweetness is over-powering. You grow more beautiful each and every day. You still allow me to hold you and snuggle from time to time; these are among the minutes I treasure.
You are and always will be a very special little boy. You were my gift from heaven, I am blessed beyond measure to be your Mom. Happy Birthday, my sweet baby boy!
me: "I love you."
you: "I love you more."
me: "I love you most."
With all my love,