Mark and Inigo playing minecraft as Gandalf and Bilbo
Today, you are SEVEN! I feel so lucky to have had you around for seven whole years. You have always been beautiful, and funny, and sweet, but now you are also becoming compassionate, and creative and profound. Every day with you is an adventure, you keep me on my toes mentally, and every day I have to work harder to keep up with your left of field ideas and lateral problem solving.
You are everything a parent could want of a child, and I am so blessed to be part of growing you into the wonderful adult you are going to become. As I have watched you grow over the years, I have often thought about the saying that a child of seven is pretty much a small version of the adult they are going to become. And Ive wondered about who you will be at seven, and if my efforts to support and guide you will have been enough.
And today, I can say with confidence that you are perfect. If you grown into a man that is as thoughtful and caring and creative as the boy that you are now, I will be thrilled. Thrilled to know you and love you, knowing that you have survived and thrived under my imperfect parenting.
And lucky for each and every day that I have you in my life.