You, my dear son are so full of energy, so full of life.
You are the very definition of rambunctious.
You are, at times, seven going on seventeen.
You make every day an adventure.
You are, as they say, “all boy. “
You’re current interests (obsessions) are superheroes, play fighting, martial arts, robots, and – much to my chagrin – parkour.
I am grateful, that at seven, you still want to snuggle with me and your dad (“Snugs ‘n Hugs,” as we call it).
For seven years, you have brought excitement, frustration, happiness and love into my life.
I can’t imagine a world without you.
I love you, and I thank God every day that he gifted me with you.
Happy birthday, baby.