Today you are seven years old. Seven. Seven years ago right now I was looking down at your adorable little baby man face, thinking how lucky I was. Today, seven years later, I look over at you playing Minecraft with Signa, and I think the same thing. I am so very lucky. You are cute, smart, funny, sweet, and wonderful. Every day, I get comments and acknowledgement of how great you are. But I don't need other people to tell me that.
This year you have taken up swimming and piano, doing an amazing job at both. I'm very proud of and how well you do at everything you try. And even more proud of you for just trying in the first place.
It's been a tough year for me, Bubba, but having you in my life has made it a little less tough and a little more fun. You bring joy to everything, including your momma.
I love you, Big Stink.