Life had not always been easy for me. It was full of struggle, and heartache, and tough lessons. But on this day, seven years ago…everything clicked. I understood who I was supposed to be.
And when I looked at your face….your sweet, blue eyed face….I realized that I had become extraordinary.
Being the mom of one, it is easy for days like today to fill me with sadness. Because every first of yours, is my last.
The first time you kicked in my belly (I was eating meatloaf), your first word (dog…I was a little insulted) the first time I walked away from that kindergarten door (I cried for 3 nights leading up to it) are behind me. Over. Those firsts will not happen for me again.
But today, instead of sadness, I choose joy.
Joy because we are one day closer to so many memories that await us.
One day closer to you being old enough to stay up late and watch awful scary movies with me.
One day closer to you taking me to lunch. And paying for it with your OWN MONEY.
One day closer to me hugging your dad while we watch you throw your graduation cap in the air.
One day closer to you moving out. And coming over hungry, with a bag of dirty laundry for me to wash. And although I will complain, I will wash it and I will feed you and be secretly grateful that you need me.
And one day closer to the day that, with pride in your eyes, you hand me my very first grandbaby. (Not that I’m already pressing for grandbabies. Except that…I’ve been practicing to be a Grandma since I was like 5, and I’d make a really good one. Whatevs)
So on this day that you turn 7, let us celebrate what is to come.
Thank you for filling my days with silly magic tricks, cookies, and hugs. Thank you for being smart, and funny, and kind. Thank you for making me whole.
I love you more than every colored sprinkle, every rainbow, and every balloon that has ever filled the air. Happy Birthday, Jon David!!!!