His blonde hair is curly but only in the back
Blue eye wide as he stumbles into my bedroom
He waits, putting his head on my pillow
I open one eye and smile at him "7 years old"
It is weird to think he will be my last 7 year old
The last of 5 children
I try to think back to my 7th birthday....blank
I wonder if he will remember his
"Can we go....now"...he says quietly trying not to wake my sleeping, snoring husband
"Not yet, it is 6:30 in the morning, but soon baby." he crawls into bed
An action I still appreciate as the hugs are getting sparse
"I am 7 years old mommy, I feel bigger now."
I smile
Disney store....Tsum Tsum's in hand
Giant chocolate chip cookie
Chicken nuggets and a milk
his favorite
Cupcakes and verse
sleep
A birthday is like a day of wishes, getting just about everything you want
as a child
at least it feels that way
7 years old, one of the first you remember
I think back to my 7th, now remembering
Grandparents, doll, vanilla icing
the smell of my grandmothers perfume permeates in
family
birthdays are family
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