This weekend, the boy that made me a mom turns SEVEN.

In the last year, he has blossomed into a student.

He has expanded the reach of his imagination to the outer edges of the universe, and beyond.

He tells stories, and asks questions. He reads and reads and reads.

He is energetic, he is ACTIVE. He flies through the yard, yelling out instructions to me and his sisters like our lives depend on the game he’s playing.

He is a rocker, a performer.

I love that he loves that he and I will be dressed as vampires together for his birthday party and Halloween this year. He’s a mama’s boy, through and through.

My wish for you,my oldest boy, is to find and keep your own rhythm. Remember that you can do anything you want to, if you work hard and keep your eyes on the prize.

Happy birthday to my handsome, funny, adventurous, silly, enthusiastic, smart, unique, loving, snuggly, Lego-building SEVEN year old. I love you so much, squishy cheeks.