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
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?
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.