Today, you hunted dragon eggs.
Today, you ate a Happy Face Pancake with Pez.
Today, you played baseball.
Today, you ran around the playground.
Today, you swung on a swing.
Today, you ate rainbow cake.
Today, you held your friend’s hand.
Today, you whispered silly words.
Today, you collapsed into bed.
Today, you turned seven.
What a day of Wonder.
I drew you this snub-faced dragon with more than a little fire. He reminds me of one of your Skylanders.
He’s fierce because I expect you to roar this year — with joy and with anger and with life and with love and with sugar. I don’t expect this year to be easy. I expect it to be exciting and full of high energy seven-year-old-ness. I expect you to grow and to change and I expect you to sit down at breakfast next year and order something completely different — Less Pez on you pancakes and more syrup or toast.
You are going to change.
The one thing I know, though, is we will change together. We’ll roar together, we’ll love together, and we’ll laugh through this year together too. Because you’re my little dragon.
Happy birthday, little Wonder.
You’re getting so big.
Keep creating,
Mom