For my baby boy who was due and born just days after Independence Day?
At 8 a.m.?
On a Monday?
Cake plates and napkins with stars and stripes.
Party favors of glow necklaces and sparklers.
There will probably be sand.
Ice cream man!
Jeep rides.
You are 53 pounds of sweet stubbornness.
You have always been big according to those outdated growth charts at your pediatrician's office. But, you are still small to me.
You surround yourself with friends but you are content to be alone.
You love your dog.
You love your mother.
Some days ... in that order.
You need your brother.
Your Dad? You're his biggest fan.
You have big shoes to fill.
We'll help you fill them.
Because if we suggest it? You're never ready.
You love music.
Live music.
Loud music.
The idea of being ON TV.
You love clothes.
New clothes.
Cool clothes.
And shoes?
You bet.
Be still my heart!
Those waves seem huge when you're The Short One.
But you take 'em all on.
With the yellow key.
The fastest one.
Since ... as long as I can remember.
Skipping all the steps.
From start alllll the way to the finish.
No in-between.
"Mommy, do kids ever skip grades in school?"
"Yes, I suppose they do. Why?"
"Well, I want to skip a grade."
"What grade would you skip to?"
"The LAAAAAAST one."
Like I said.
From start to finish.
All at once.
Just take your time.
Because seven years seems like last week.
Or last night.
Happy 7th Birthday!!
Seven is SUCH a lucky number.
Seven is SUCH a lucky number.
2 comments:
Beautiful words. Beautiful pictures. Lucky little guy. Very lucky family!!!
Madre el
Lovely everything.
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