My darling little Michael turned 7 on March 26. We decided against having a "Texas-sized" party and opted for inviting a few of his school friends to see "How to Train Your Dragon." Very cute movie and it looked like the kids were having a great time horsing around and eating popcorn and candy.
He's very excited to finally be 7 and keeps counting the years until he's a teenager. Yikes! He is fascinated with being a teenager. He seems to think that once he hits that magical age, he can be and do anything he wants, specifically, get a "rocket-pocket."
I'm still coming to grips with how much he's changed. I know it's inevitable. They ALL grow up, but I look at him when he's sleeping and I still see me little baby pining for his "nuk-nuk." He will occasionally still cuddle with me on the couch and those are the moments I relish. If I time it right, he'll cuddle right after bath time and that's when I'm reminded most of his babyhood. The smell of the baby shampoo just takes me back in time to before the attitude the the "mom, your embarrassing me" moments. Yes, we've had a couple of those moments. Usually, when I try to kiss him at school.
To my little Skinny Bone Jones, I am so proud to be your mother. I know that every mother thinks their kids are the smartest and cutest, but you truly are. You have brought so much joy into my life and I'm so blessed to share my life with you. I know that we will have countless arguments and threats ahead of us, but one thing will always be constant -my love for you. I look forward to watching you grow.learn and discover and hope that you will become what you aspire to be. I hope that you find great successes throughout your life. I hope that you find joy in all that you do. Most of all, I hope that you grow to be kind and compassionate. I know you will because I see that in you already. Happy 7th, my little angel baby, and I love you forevers!
