Let me tell you, seven is very, very fast. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was dressing a newborn baby in BLUE, buying the first Tonka trucks to grace our home, and marveling at what a joy it was to have a son. Last month Josh turned seven. His grin makes me melt. His laugh is contagious. He is funny, tender, inventive, hopeful, good, and the messiest eater I've ever met, but I can live with that. He brings me such joy and gives me balance in a world of hair bows and lip gloss. He is a strong little guy at the core to be able to hold his own with 4 sisters (soon) flanking him on either side. I love that I have soccer balls, Pokemon cards, Mario Bros. Wii games, and hermit crabs in the mix. He is by far the best surprise I have ever received (we didn't peek at his gender on the ultrasound.) And I love him.
He loves cheese omelets, so that is what I made for his birthday breakfast. I took a few of his close friends---Ryan, Harrison and Talmage---to the bowling alley and then to Wendy's for dinner. They were so fun to bowl with. All of their poses, slides and awesome moves made me laugh, besides the fact that with the bumpers they all had strikes and spares and were quite the little competitors. He also got a special visit from his cousin Bryce the night before his birthday. I am so thankful for Joshua. I am glad it was a Happy Birthday, Bud.







