Sometimes, when I see how tall you've grown, and how much you eat, and how short your pants are, I forget. Sometimes, when I hear you read, or listen to you talk, when you use words like 'trundling', I forget.
But watching you this week, all week, as you dressed in your astronaut suit, and flew a big cardboard box to the moon countless times, I remembered that you're still my little boy.
"Little boy, you remind me how so much depends on days made of now."
[Alison McGhee, Little Boy]
Happy 7th birthday, my sweet little Finn.