they say it's your birthday

Well I tell them to just hush.  That it can't be seven years already.

But then I see you, making eggs for our breakfast, reading the card I made for you, trying to navigate the emotions that come with growing, and I know-

-I know-

that it is so.

You are seven.  You are tall

and strong

and compassionate

and funny

and creative

and smart.

Oh so smart.  I can't get over you.

Today as we heap presents upon you, know that it is a meager attempt to show you what a gift you are to us.

It is my joy to share this journey of growth with you.  Since the day you were born, we have been discovering this world together.  I am blessed to have a fellow sojourner such as you.

Happy birthday my girl.