Dear Shark Boy,
One of the things I remember most clearly about your birth is seeing your father cradling his newborn son in his arms for the first time. The look on his face was an entirely new one - a light and a smile born with your entrance into this world. And the look on your face I will also always remember; the fiercest scowl of sheer annoyance I've ever seen on a baby (that I still on occasion see today). We called it "The Look."
We have enjoyed every minute of these 7 years and, as sad as mommy is that you are without question now, at 7 years old and entering 2nd grade, no longer a little guy but a real kid, we are looking forward so much to seeing you grow and change and experience this world.
As I think about you growing up I pray for you, and working on the assumption that you will marry someday (though if you become a priest your father and I will be so proud), I pray for the little girl out there somewhere who will become your wife.
This is very important: you must find a girl who is faithful, humble, generous, and kind. And who thinks I am awesome. I was the first girl you ever loved and the first girl who loved you. It is important that she understand that and comply with my need to continue to think of you as really basically mine.
I made this little video for you and made the mistake of watching it before typing this post. It has been a real effort not to write complete melodramatic sobby sap because the video made me all teary but really - I'm so happy on your 7th birthday!
I see here how tiny you were! I remember how happy I was that your sister finally had a sibling. (She is happy about it too now.) I remember how very much you loved construction equipment! I see what a great big brother you have become and how little Bear wants to copy everything you do and my heart explodes in a happy confetti of frogs and dirt and footballs and sharks.
You are a special kid. I love you all the way out to the Kuiper Belt and beyond - boundless and endless.
Happy 7th Birthday Shark Boy.