Seven

Sometimes, with all of the expectations I have for you with school, and chores, and responsibilities, I forget.
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.

xo

Mommy