I can’t believe it’s been seven years. It seems like I’ve always known you. The sound of your laughs, the way you speak, the smell of your skin during a goodnight kiss. All of this is you and before there was you doesn’t even resonate with me anymore.
I am incredibly proud of both of you. Swee’Pea, you really hit your stride this year in school. You read at almost a sixth grade level and, socially, you blossomed into someone who makes good friends. Monk, you loved first grade. Your teacher was the perfect teacher for you and you soaked up school. Your math and analytical skills are amazing and your love of Junie B. Jones is unmatched.
But I can’t believe it’s been seven years. Just yesterday, you were snuggling in my arms. Just yesterday, I was watching you take your first steps. Just yesterday, you were clinging to my legs on your first day of preschool. Just yesterday, you weren’t seven.
And now you are. You are the most wonderful seven-year-olds the world has ever seen. You radiate joy and revel in the world around you. You believe in magic. You believe in fairies and Santa and the Easter bunny too. I hope, in some way, you will always continue to believe what precocious little seven-year-olds believe.
But I also hope that you’ll slow this ride down just a bit. Seven years. It seems like yesterday.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful kids
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