I secretly captured you yesterday…pensively studying your cupcake, knowing how hard you were wishing away the hours for today to arrive.
Your seventh birthday. The event you have been wishing for the past three hundred and sixty-four days.
Of all the fancy cakes and confections I could have created for you…you requested only yellow cake. No frosting. No filling. No fancy frills. A tough task for this mother who loves to over-do and out-do what she’s already done.
It is your simple needs that sometime task me the most…keeping me wondering and wanting to give you the perfect birthday, one you will always cherish and remember.
Since you are my baby, it is difficult to see you grow and gain your independence, but I have no choice; time cannot be controlled. Not even by your Mom.
However, time’s continual evaporation does have me worried. How much longer you will fit on my lap; your head snuggled on my shoulder? Not long I fear.
I wish I could bottle your exuberance for life, keeping it forever on a shelf, opening it for a dose every now and then.
You have brightened my world and are the light in my days. May your sweetness never change.
Happy Birthday little man. You. Are. The. Best.