Seven

Dear Stevie:

I have told you time and time again that I wish you could stay six forever. Six is an awesome age and so far, it has been my favorite age!

While I was pregnant with you, I remember sitting in the recliner in your nursery wondering what you would look like and what you would be like. I needed only to look at your daddy to find the answers to those questions.You are like him in every way with only a few small exceptions that are a result of my influence in matters such as matching your socks to your shirt and your love for the TV and all of its wonderment.

When they handed you to me in the hospital, I immediately knew what it was like to hold my heart in my hands. You, my sweet boy changed me in ways that you will never know. It was beyond me why God would choose to bless me with a sweet baby boy the day after my 29th birthday knowing that I had a truck-load of quirks and limited knowledge about raising a baby.

Over the past seven years you have grown from that little 8 pound 10 ounce infant I cradled in the hospital to a 42 pound confident, caring, brilliant little boy.

You are thoughtful and caring and good.

You have a beautiful smile and big, brown eyes.

You are likeable and charming.

And responsible and fun!

I suspect the next seven years will fly by even faster than the last seven. Soon, you will not want me to walk you into school anymore or help you bathe. Soon, you will lose your first baby tooth. Soon, you will put Milo on a shelf because you will no longer want to hold him at night. I am trying to prepare myself for all of these things, but seriously? Um, I’m not real good at letting go in case you’ve noticed.

In the meantime, I am savoring every moment of your sweet life. I am proud and thankful to be your mama.

Happy Birthday, sweet boy!

Love, Mommy

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