Welp. Here we are, and here it is. The starting line of your eighth trot around the sun.
You’re officially SEVEN. Honestly, that feels about right.
I won’t say I wish you were still wittle bitty. While that was a hoot, I am beyond grateful that you’re here with us now.
As I sat writing this, you’ve given me not one, not two, but three!! goodnight kisses. Right there on my mouth. Seven and still kissin’ yer ma on the lips. I’m going to milk your generosity for all its worth.
I’ve noticed, in the past two weeks or so, a shift in your relationship with your sister. You’re outgrowing her a bit. She’ll catch up, and you’ll never be apart for too long, but for the first time you don’t have the patience you once had.
That being said, you have more patience than any human I know. I’ll do my best to help you hold on to that.
You are intuitive and compassionate.
Your most prominent interests are what they have always been, exploring the outdoors, art, science, dancing, and learning about the history of different cultures.
OH! Fashion. how could I forget fashion? Definitely, the interest that has been brought to the forefront this past year. I could wear the same plain gray t-shirt every day, but you adore all things sparkly and new. The fancier the better.
You are wise beyond your years.
You have a flair for drama. The good kind. Your quick wit and charm fill my heart with such delight. Right up there with them th’r kisses you dull out so freely.
Your heart is fair. You know good, and don’t see why someone would choose another path.
You light up a room simply by being in it (your smile and genuine interest in people helps too!) and leave each person feeling like the most loved person on earth with those bear hugs you’ve mastered in your seven short years.
You have become interested in writing stories, poems, and notes. (Now that you can write) The words and phrases you use on the daily stop us where we stand. You’re brilliant.
Above all, you know you are a child of God. You make the most beautiful observations about life and Heaven and your Savior and ask the deepest and most thoughtful questions.
You see the world and those in it, as the Lord does. Faith of a child I suppose, but I’ll do my part in following your lead, and not stray you from the pure heart you now possess.
Happiest of Birthdays, Twerp. We love you so much it literally hurts.