SEVEN is a slice of HEAVEN

 My BIG boy turned SEVEN years old at the beginning of May.  I can't believe I have a second grader.
  Where do the years go? 

I still remember vividly screaming in pain during labor when the nurse looked at me and shyly stated, "Well, you're at 1 cm"...seriously, you have got to be kidding me!

Or the first time he laughed (at three months) when the dog jumped up on Aunt Denise and made her fall over.  Ahhh, he got my humor!

Or the fact that he hasn't gone a night since he was 18 months old without his blanket and monkey.

I don't really remember much about year two or three since I didn't sleep during any of it thanks to #2, but he was stinkin' cute...I do remember that much!

I remember the hours upon hours he spent playing with his knew found love...trains!

I still remember dropping him off at the elementary school for his preschool field trip to kindergarten and trying to drive home through the tears.

Years of looking at his beautiful bright red hair!

Or all the moments he was filled with so much joy and happiness he couldn't help but jump up and down and giggle in delight.

The night we laid in his bed and talked about Jesus coming into his heart.  These years might go quickly, but at least I know I have eternity to spend with him!

SEVEN incredible years with a very incredible little man!  I am blessed!

His birthday party this year consisted of race cars.  I love the simple themes.  We made it a weekend celebration with all the festivities of school and friend parties.  For three days he had a constant smile on his face.

I'm so thankful that he has such a fun group of friends.  He loves the ladies, I might add.  His rule on birthday parties is that he can only invite two girls (otherwise that's probably all he would have=).