as i tucked him in last night i said, “this is your last night being seven. i can’t believe it!”
he replied, “i don’t like eight. i like seven better. well, goodbye seven.”
i honestly like seven better too. actually, i like 15 months the most, the age you were when you came home to me.
when you came home to me.
you were so big. so chubby. so chunky. your aunt ashley used to say you should tell me to stop putting rubber bands on your arms because your arms were so rollie pollie. and i knew you’d be big. your worker latrese, the first time we talked about you, told me, “that baby, he’s big. he’s cute, but he’s big!”
the day we met, it seems like yesterday. you were uncertain of being to close to me. i got to hold you one time. i’d give anything t0 be able to hold you for the first time again.
your little soccer shirt was the first article of children’s clothing ever washed by me in our home.
i’d love it if you were little enough to still fit in it.
you were such a funny little guy. and always so happy. always smiling. always lighting up the room.
you’re still super smiley. and very funny. you like to lead. you’re loving and kind. you have such a sensitive little heart. you love sports and video games and board games. you love to draw and write. and the thing that makes this mama’s heart most happy is that you love Jesus. you love to sing about Him and to Him and to write songs for Him. don’t lose any of that and you’ll always be just fine. no matter what comes your way, praise Him and seek Him.
you used to fit perfectly on the ottoman. now you’re way too big, but you lay on it anyway.
i had to run ahead of you so i could get a picture of your cute face. and oh what a cute face it is.
i can hardly get enough of your sweet smile, my boy.
i know our story isn’t an easy one. this path is hard. but i am so glad i get to be a part of your life. i’m so grateful to the Lord for bringing us together and that i’ve gotten to watch you grow and change over the last seven years. i love you so much. happy day of your birth.