"Mommy. Mama. Mommy." he breathes raspy on my neck, his sweet boy face close to mine and his arms tight around my neck. "Mama. I can't wait for tomorrow. I cannot wait to be seven," he tells me for the hundredth time today, the millionth time this past hour, "I can't wait!"
"I can't wait for you to turn seven either!" I exclaim as he begins to pull away from me.
He stops. "Heeeeyyy.....You are supposed to tell me you don't want me to turn seven, you want me to be five again." (Which is what I had been telling him all day.)
Happy birthday my sweet
seven five year old.
(I think his long Lego-ed limbs give his seven-year old-ness away)