(Yeah, yeah, I’m a few days late. Sorry y’all!)
Dear Graham,
What? How did that happen? I blinked and you’re reading chapter books and entering 2nd grade. I know they say time flies, but… I just didn’t expect the time with you to go by so fast.
Seven years ago I was shell-shocked. I didn’t know what to do with a baby. I didn’t know how to be a mom. Now, I wouldn’t know what to do without you, and seeing you grow up I know I’m doing an OK job at the mom thing, too.
You’ve grown in so many ways this year, Graham. You went from being big brother to Biggest Brother, and you’ve risen to the challenge. Both of your little brothers adore you, and seeing you make Baby James laugh is just about the sweetest thing in all the world.
You’ve had a lot of passions this year, and when you find a passion you adopt it wholeheartedly. You’ve been a Ninjago Master, a Rainbow Loom Designer, a Minecraft Builder, and most recently a Skylander Defender. Your enthusiasm is catching, and you have a constant companion in your endeavors with your little brother Will. I’m waiting for you to fall in love with Dishwasher Unloading, but I won’t hold my breath.
I have a lot of favorite moments with you this past year: having you teach me how to make a Rainbow Loom bracelet (you’re such a patient instructor), watching you swim like a fish in Papa’s pool, and having you read chapter books to me out loud, just to name a few. I could not be more proud of you. It’s true. Literate-ly. (I know one day you’ll discover there is no “T” there, but it’s just so darn cute, I don’t have the heart to correct you.)
As you turn 7, I know I’m more nervous that you are. Do seven-year-olds still cuddle with their moms? Do they still hold their mom’s hand on walks around the neighborhood? Do they still jump into bed with mommy and daddy on Saturday mornings for giant family hugs?
Yes, I worry that you’ll soon be to cool for me, but then I think of how you came downstairs last night because you needed more cuddles with your mom and I know: I’ll always be your mom, you’ll always be my first baby, and that our nightly bedtime saying will always hold true:
I love you to the moon and back forever.
You love me to the moon and back infinity.
We love each other the same.
Mom
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