My Baby Turned 7 Years Old

Noah has been a true blessing. He can tell when I’m in a down mood and he knows exactly what I need at that moment. Whether it is him just giving me some sweet lovin’ or making me laugh (which he loves to do often) he knows how to put a smile on my face at all times.  I’m struggling with him growing up.  I can’t even believe he is already 7 years old.

On his birthday I woke him up with kisses all over his face and reminding him how he came into this world – we joke about how the doctors had to surgically yank him out of my belly because he couldn’t wait any longer.  The scar (although so tiny you can hardly see) from the emergency c-section was well worth having him in my arms two hours later.

We dance around the house.  We laugh daily.  We act silly.  We cuddle.  We play games.  Mother and son…

In honor of his birthday I have been reminiscing through old photos from the past seven years and listening to him sing me Happy Birthday when he was only three and recordings of him giggling until he could hardly breathe.  I’ve also teased about calling him Cheese Snatch – his unknown Indian Name.

Happy 7th Birthday my sweet, still my baby, not so little – man.