‘Mommy, I’m seven! It’s my birthday!’ This was the morning greeting from my youngest son as he tried his best to whisper, when he really wanted to yell.
He decided last night that he would spend his final night, as a six-year old, sleeping with Mom and Dad.
I wish I would have woken up just a bit before him so I could watch him sleep. Seven! How can my baby be seven?
And now, he informs me, seven is definitely a big boy. Unfortunately, I think he is right!
But judging by his smile, we still have some fun, mischievous days ahead of us this year!