Somehow, incredibly, you are seven years old. With each birthday I feel as if you've reached some sort of new milestone. Seven feels just as momentous an occasion as six, or five, or even one did. You are growing and becoming in ways I could only have imagined seven years ago. You are a wonderment, my son. I love watching you figure out who you are. You remain a lover of great stories, of language and words, of random acts of kindness, and of nature. You are growing to be a mover, an artist, and a leader. I am proud, oh so proud of your strength of character and the way you know your own mind. Although this "stubbornness" does give me grey hairs, I really do know what a wonderful trait it is and how well it will serve you in your life journey. Stay stubborn. Keep asking me the tough questions. And always and forever know how much I love you and how lucky I am to be your Mama.
Happy Birthday.
Love,
~Mama
