Seven

A couple months ago I heard a friend’s daughter’s birthday announced on the radio.  She was turning seven.  It totally shocked me when they said seven.  I immediately got a little sniffly over it.  I remembered visiting this family when their daughter was an itty bitty newborn baby.  How could that have been seven years ago?  Seven sounded like a lot of years.   I remembered being pregnant with M when we visited.  Then it hit me (hard)...M was turning seven soon too.  I was sniffly over my friends little girl, but  I completely lost it over my own firstborn son.  I had never been bothered by M's age before, and it was completely out of character for me to get so emotional over it.  But for some reason seven just felt like such a BIG number.  It felt different and I wasn't sure I liked it. 
 
That night after M fell sleep I sat by his bed, stroked his hair, prayed over him, and made peace with seven.  I thanked God for the wonderful years we've already had with M, and asked for wisdom to guide his little soul in the next year.  I prayed for him to have a heart for things of eternal significance and not the things of this world.  I also prayed for the girl he will someday marry.  I was joking with MIL and SIL the other day that I have already done so much praying for M's future spouse that there is no way she will ever be able to live up to my expectations.  :)

Fast forward to last Tuesday, and it was time to actually celebrate my sweet boys birthday.  Him and B were coming home from float trip the evening of his birthday so we all gathered at the house to surprise him when they came in.  If you know M then you know this type of this is right up his alley.  We all waited in the backyard and sang Happy Birthday as soon as he walked around the house.  It was so fun to see how surprised he was!  B said he didn't even notice all the cars in the drive. 

A little overwhelmed by the surprise



Cousins 

The party had sort of a military theme.  Everyone was supposed to wear camo.  Guess who has two thumbs and totally forgot about wearing camo?  This girl!  I didn't remember until my parents arrived.  They go all out for any kind of dress up event (see below photo).  Fortunately, B had a jacket in his closet I was able to throw on.  We gave M a wallet with some cash, and gift cards already in it.  He loved it.  Later that night I found him in his room pull all the dollar bills out of his piggy bank to put in his wallet.

We are so proud of the little man Michael is growing up to be.  We can't wait to see what his seventh year has in store for us!

Talk to ya soon,

Angie