Every February 8th, I spend a little extra time cuddling my middle child at night before he goes to bed, and I make him promise to me–swear to me–that this will be his last birthday. And every February 9th, he bounds out of bed and stands in front of me with a huge smile on his face, looking a little older and a little taller, and giggles, “sorry!”
So here’s to hoping that we’ll figure out a way to make him stop at 7, because I sure do love him just as he is. :)
by Jen
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