Seven years old today.
Yesterday you had a fever and were snuggled up with your trusty, plushy Boo-boo.
You said things like, "I know why I have a fever...because I got too close to that fire. It stuck on me."
But today you are seven...and that seems too old. too grown. much too big.
Ashton, you are loved. Deeply loved.
There has always been this soft, kind-hearted, sensitive way about you. Easy going. Flexible. Go with the flow. Easily entertained. Easily comforted. So very easy.
I love that home is where you love to be...and that your family is your bestest friend.
If I want to make your ever-lovin' day I can simply hand you a cupcake.
Happy Birthday precious one. You bring steadfast sweetness into this family.
We pray God blesses you this year and reveals Himself to you in fresh ways that only a seven year old can understand. May you grasp better and better God's great love for you.
No. That is intolerably too big. I'm going to shake my head all year long.