Someone I know turned 7 last week. 7! I cannot believe he’s 7 already and I have absolutely no idea where the time went. I still remember the sleep deprived haze of his newborn days, when we had to wake him every 2 hours to nurse (poor little thing was jaundiced). Somehow between then and now he learned to walk, talk, read, ride a bike (still with training wheels), and he’s lost 4 teeth, with 4 more on their way out. He’s an amazing little man, and he makes me proud every day. I can’t wait to see the person he grows into, and at the same time, I want to tell him to stop and be a little kid for a while longer.
But enough Mama sappiness. Here’s my big guy:
Here he’s my little cowboy. My mom brought him the shirt and boots from Mexico, and he loves them. This attitude is pretty typical of our photo shoots – he’d rather be somewhere else!
Happy birthday, big guy. I love you so much!
