7

Today is Brandt's 7th birthday. We have been planning his party and talking about him turning seven for quite a while. I know he is about to finish first grade and move on to second and I it has all been fine. It was all okay until I got the mail today and got Ryan's graduation invitation and pictures. This tiny baby that I rocked countless nights to sleep because that is what it took to get him to sleep, that I took to school on the first day of kindergarten, that I watched in who knows how many karate classes - he is graduating and my first baby is turning seven.
I can't remember if I ate breakfast some days, can't accomplish anything unless I make a list, forget lunches and chapel money and sometimes where I park my car, but I can remember every detail of the day Brandt was born like it was yesterday. Not just because it was a long and difficult delivery and not because he was ten days late. I remember being determined that he was going to be born on the 12th, no matter what and we barely made it. Thanks to a couple of extra nurses and the anesthesiologist it was before 11:30. I remember being shocked that our family was still at the hospital at midnight, but of course they were not leaving until he made his appearance. I can remember Dr. Thurston's face when he was finally here and he saw how big Brandt was. I remember him saying I might go 8, even 8 1/2 to the nurse and how shocked he was when she told him it was 9 pounds, 9 ounces. I'll never forget all that hair!
Happy Birthday sweet boy, you are still just as adorable as the day you were born! I can't wait to see what comes next!