Today, January 9th, we celebrate my youngest son’s 7th birthday. I know the expression “time flies” is way over used, but oh my gosh TIME FLIES! In the past week I’ve been in shock that he was turning 7 … SEVEN … pure shock I tell you. Even my daughter can’t believe it (and she’s too young to have time go by as fast as it does for old people like me).
Z is so cute when I look at him and gasp and say, “Oh my gosh, how did you get to be 7?????” He calmly says, “Well, last year was 2012 and I was born in 2006, so 2012 less 2006 is 6 years and now it is January 2013 so you add 1 to that and that makes me 7.” He repeats a version of this each and every time one of us says anything along the lines of “How the heck are you turning 7 already????” Yes, it’s the cutest thing ever.
My Z is special. Yes, all children are. Everyone is special. Today we celebrate Z’s special kind of special.
I had no idea, back in 2005, as I was stepping into my 40s, and when I found out I was actually really no doubt about it this isn’t a joke pregnant, that this child would turn my life around and change me so very much. Every child changes your world, that’s for sure, whether it’s your first or your fifth or, in this case, your complete surprise and well after the other two were born and I thought we were done oh my gosh we’re having a baby in our 40s third child.
Z has given us such happiness and love and joy. I am so immensely proud to be his mom and for him to be my son.
Happy 7th birthday Z!
And now (with crazy morning hair and all!):