There is something special about this baby boy of mine.
Wednesday when I woke up after seven graveyard shifts he curled up in bed with me, kissed me, played with my hair, asked if I was done working for seven days then, when I had assured him I was done working for a week, he took my face in his hands smiled sweetly and said "Mom, we should spend more time together...at the store!"
That's #7 tenderness for ya!
Today #7 turns SIX years old. "No really it's OK! I'm sniff, sob...just fine"
He assures me he'll still be my baby.
And judging from his face and hands after birthday cake last night he's good for at least that aspect of baby for several years.
#7 you are my YELLOW, my sunshine, tender wrapped in fierce and chocolate frosting, it's an honor to be your mother.