Today, at seven years old, you are stunning to me, and happy in your own skin. I hope you remember this feeling, always.
Six Years Old
You are kind, generous, and infinitely patient with your sister. Through all her health problems and attention-grabbing issues, you are never mean to her. The two of you love playing together. When you are not home, she talks about you, nonstop. When she is taking a long nap, you ask if it’s time to open her door. You enjoy each other’s company, which gives me such joy.
You are sociable, and do not like being alone. I hope in the future you learn to find pleasure in your own company. You cherish your friends, and pay attention to what makes them happy. Though you may be shy in a new environment at first, you quickly get comfortable, happy to talk to people, an extrovert like your Daddy. You love telling jokes and though some of them make no sense (to grownups, you would say), you and Daphne laugh uproariously anyway.
In the past year, you have become a great reader. You love books, and the world has opened up to you through your reading. You think Math is fun, and you love Science. You are a good singer, and Daddy has — finally — started giving you piano lessons. You are taking it quite seriously.
You love having a dog, and you want to teach Ruthie tricks. She has chosen your bed as her favorite spot, and jumps up to lick you in the morning, if I let her. I am happy that you love animals, and that you pay attention to nature.
You are very attached to your family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins. I hope that you continue to deepen your relationship with family near and far.
Happy Birthday, my Number 1. I look forward to seeing you grow up – just not too fast.
Seven Years Old!