My first-born turns 7! Seven! Where in the heck did it go? I know. I know. Everyone says, “It goes so fast!” Well, guess what? They are right!
I want to hit “pause” and just cherish this time. I like seven. He still loves to cuddle with his Mama. He wants to hold my hand in public. He gives me big wet smooches. He thinks I am the coolest cat around (Okay, he really thinks Ryan is, but I come in a close second place.). He is innocent, and caring, and loving. He wants to be with me more than anyone else, including his friends. He is independent, but still needs a little of my help now and again. He is funny. He isn’t afraid to break in to dance any place, any time. He is just plain awesome.