Good morning, all!
I just wanted to put up a quick post to wish my middlest a very, very happy 7th birthday.
Wow. Just wow.
As I was telling my husband last night as we lay in bed:
"I can't believe it's been seven years. Tonight, seven years ago, I was crying my eyes out wondering if I could love another child as much as I loved my E."
And today seven years ago, I knew. The minute I saw his sweet little monkey face, I knew. And everyone else did, too. There's just something about Turner.
I mean, really. Who couldn't adore a kid who, after having Happy Birthday sung to him this morning by his whole family, said to me: "Mama? I'm saving the biggest piece of my cake for you."
Happy Birthday, T. I love you to the moon and back!