Dear Charlie Bear,
Seven. Close to double digits. The realization that SEVEN years ago, I anticipated your arrival in blistering cold temperatures. That after countless hours of labor, you finally graced us with your presence just before the day turned over to the 16th. You don’t know how many countless prayers you answered. How deeply loved and wanted you were before you ever even entered this world! I remember that day like it was yesterday and yet somehow, it has been SEVEN years.
You exude a light that is so infectious. Sweet, kind, gentle, caring – just a few of the ways that others describe you. You are sensitive by nature and care deeply about how others are feeling. You have insisted that you won’t turn seven because I asked you not to grow up and if you could have a pet cat tomorrow, you would.
You love animals, books, art supplies, and creating. You love playing Mario Maker on the WiiU – not because you like to play the levels, but because you like to create them – making each one harder than the next. You love fruits and vegetables and your favorite go-to sandwich is one stuffed with veggies from Subway.
Each night, you snuggle in with at least five blankets and animals all around you. You’ve recently opted not to wear pajamas and I’m sure there’s a correlation in there somewhere. You are kind to everyone you meet. You are inclusive and loving and uniquely Y-O-U. You love everything from butterflies to Skylander battles to sparkles and sprinkles. You have found a second home in the ice rink and your face lights up at the possibilities that await you there.
You don’t love being alone and you would prefer that your “brave” brother accompany you to the dark rooms to turn on the lights. May you always work hard to shine your light in the darkness. You will always be my first baby – the angel that made me a mother.
May SEVEN be the best year of your life yet!