Friday, June 29, 2012


Dear Baby,

Today you are SEVEN!  And notsomuch a baby anymore, although I am allowed to call you that, because you will always be MY baby.

You came into our lives those seven years ago as a huge somewhat of a shock.  And you know what?  You kinda haven't stopped shocking us since.


With your mischief; with your big brown saucer eyes; with your wisdom and street smarts (WELL beyond your years); with your sharp tongue and wit; with your messiness; with your fierce opinions; with your need for instant gratification; with your impulsiveness; with your major league athleticism in that little boy body; with your fear of nothing (except thunderstorms and Daddy's wrath); with your YOU-NESS.  You are the Baby, our Baby, and you are so loved.

(And yes, there are some days that Momma loves you, but she doesn't like you.)

Seven is a big-boy age.  Seven is when you are going to stop sucking your thumb, right?

(We'll work on it.)

Here's to Seven, my little Mini-Me!

I'll like you forever,
I'll love you for always,
As long as I'm living
My Baby you'll be.


Cheryl Lage said...

DARLING homage to your darling "Baby!" Happy Birthday to him, and kudos to you...LOVE the tongues out image!

Heather said...

I love that book, Sarah. My baby is growing up, too, so I can relate. The thing is - not only do I still think of my baby as a baby, I also think of myself as a mom with really little kids. And...that's not really the case anymore. Wish we could freeze time.

Hope he had a great 7th birthday!


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