My son is seven today. It does not seem possible, and, yet, I know it must be true, mostly because he woke me at the crack of dawn by stage-whispering in my ear, "Mom, I'm seven!" It was later in the morning, after opening this slime laboratory amongst his gifts, that I remembered to take a photo of the Birthday Boy. As I snapped this one, he remarked, "But, Mom, you can't really see that I'm smiling behind this mask."
My boy makes me smile, makes everyone smile, with his mischievous grin and goofy giggle, his lame jokes and his tall tales. Ben is a mama's boy and a little man rolled into one. I love the dawn of each new year for the excitement of anticipating how he will grow. So, I cannot wait to see what the next year will hold for Benjamin. For the immediate future, however, it's all Legos, all the time.
Happy birthday, Benjamin Todd! Jesus loves you, and Mommy does, too.