Turning 7

Wow. It's true- I really have a 7 year old on my hands now. Last night I told Henry & Kate the story of when Henry was born. Their eyes were glued to me, waiting for each & every detail. I told them about how I went a week past my due date and decided to be induced. How when the time came, they had no rooms at Brigham & Women's hospital for us. How we became so hungry just waiting for a room to open that we decided to go to The Cheesecake Factory for lunch and how the call came, when we were nearly done eating, that a room had finally opened up for us. It was a Friday and I remember each detail so clearly. We talked about how we watched a Red Sox game while we waited for him to come out. How he was the most beautiful thing we had ever laid eyes on and how we were over the moon for him. I'm looking at those fingers of his and remembering each one of those birthdays. Him turning 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and now 7. Henry is really tall for his age and I'm noticing how his body is changing. He just got glasses that he doesn't need to wear all the time but that are supposed to help with long distances. I keep debating on cutting his hair- it's getting so long now. He wants to leave it long. Henry is loving 1st grade. He loves Math and is a good and kind friend to all. He spends alot of time drawing and making his own books. He loves cheesecake and decided to have it for his birthday (I am only now making the connection of him loving it and us eating at the Cheesecake Factory the day he was born 🙂We are going back to Boston this Summer and I can't wait to share with him all the places we love. We'll show him the hospital, the apartment we brought him home to, Fenway Park and the Make Way for Ducklings ducks at the Public Garden.