Seven years old today, this precious boy of mine.
Seven years of adventure, from the very beginning--a helicopter ride at just one day old.
Seven years of the sweetest hugs and joyful smiles. Your bright blue eyes and a tender heart...all treasures to me.
Seven years of stories, spun from that incredible imagination of yours.
Seven years of things that go...from Thomas & Percy and paper airplanes to Transformers and X-wing fighters.
Seven years of building...in the dirt...on the Lego table...with boxes of cardboard and scraps of paper.
Seven years of holding that little hand in mine...and it's starting to feel different now. That little hand is catching up to my own.
Seven years of watching you learn: your mind always at work, absorbing all you hear, catching on so quickly.
Seven. I am so thankful for the blessing you are to our family, Nathanael. It is a privilege to be your mother, to watch you grow in knowledge and understanding. I look forward to all that this year holds for you, Buddy.
I love you. To the moon and all the stars and planets and back again times a million.