Happy birthday, sweet boy. Seven years has all but flown by to say the least. You've had such a great year. You played basketball and baseball for the first time. You loved basketball right from the start. You didn't love baseball until half way through the season when you got to play catcher the first time.
You're doing great in first grade so far. Your teacher says you are so excited to be there every day. Reading is a bit of a challenge for you, but you practice a lot and really enjoy doing it. The surprise in your eyes when you're able to read something is priceless. It's almost like magic to you.
You are still without a doubt the most loving, empathetic person I know. You will do anything to make people happy and hate to see anyone upset or hurt. I never tire of your hugs, and it's pretty much the sweetest thing when you run over between soccer periods to give someone a hug. You stop whatever you are doing to tell me you love me no less than 20 times a day.
You are so incredibly happy all of the time. You always have a smile on your face and you look like you could just burst with joy at any minute. Even your teacher asked if you get so excited about everything at home. Yep!
You love, LOVE to aggravate your father, and I'm no help by laughing. I'd say your dad is getting pay back for havoc he wreaked when he was your age.
You also love to bug your sister. The two of you are always bickering about something. I find it amusing because of the huge age cap.
You love your brother and he's probably your best friend. You love doing nice things for him like giving him your Minecraft bookmark, and you get so excited when he lets you play with one of his train sets.
You're not a baby anymore, but you will always be one of my babies. Your father and I are so proud of you and the person you are becoming. I hope you never lose your happiness, your joy, your sense of humor, your innocence, your love. Never stop smiling, little man. We love you so much.