Today you turn seven. SEVEN! That is so close to ten! When did this happen? I'm not ready for this! What a year it's been.
Some highlights of six:
- You learned to ride a bike! Like, first try without training wheels, you took off! I'll tell you a little secret. Daddy turned to me with tears in his eyes and said "I'm just so proud of that kid! He picked it up so quickly!"
- You learned to read! I love hearing you sound out words without my help.
- You lost your first tooth! Two teeth in fact.
- We got a trampoline and you've mastered flips!
- You grew like three inches. Maybe more! Hardly gained any weight tho! Skinny man.
- You can't get enough LEGO...anything.
Those are just a few changes that come to mind. Some things haven't changed all that much, to my delight. You still love to snuggle, you kiss me goodbye in front of your friends at school, you like to dance with me and hold my hand. Your favorite foods are still spaghetti and cliff bars.
Your most recognizable love language remains quality time. I enjoy our dates more than you know, and I apologize that they don't happen as often as we'd like.
Your dad and I could not be prouder of the young man you are becoming. Your awesome groove, you're attention to detail, and your goofy humor pail in comparison to your love for people. You are kind and generous. My heart swells when I watch you play with Dixie. You are gentle and she adores you. When you pick her up and she goes limp in her big brothers arms? It's her happy place. (Oh...You're still praying for another baby sister. Good luck on that one.)
Nothing makes me prouder than to be your mom. You bring vibrance and excitement to my days.
Lincoln, our first born son, Daddy and I pray for you every day. For your health, for wisdom, for a heart that loves Jesus. We pray for the girl you will eventually share your life with. We ask the Lord to guide your steps clearly, and we hope you always seek His will before your own.
Isaiah 30:21 Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way, walk in it."
I am so lucky to be your mom. Let's see what your seventh year brings!
Love you, Lincoln Log.
Mommy
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