Lucky Seven

Oh, my darling boy. It still doesn't seem possible that you're already seven years old. It seems like just yesterday that you were born. You came two weeks early, in the middle of an April snowstorm. At nine pounds even, I've always wondered just how chubby you would have been if you had stayed inside until your due date.

I'm so proud of your creative mind. I never would have dreamed that you would become so artistic. When you started throwing a baseball as a toddler, I thought you'd be all sports, all the time. But it's great to see how you can do so many things so well. Your reading and math skills are well ahead of your grade level. And I'm completely in awe of the drawings you create every day. You're such a talented boy, and I'm so blessed to be your mom. Happy birthday!

Opening some much-needed art supplies from Grandma and Grandpa.