You Are Seven

My dear sweet Joss Bell today you are seven. Seven!! It wasn't until children I understood the meaning of time is fleeting. Seven years feels like 15 minutes to me and your daddy.

At exactly this moment seven years ago I felt a feeling I haven't felt since. I was in such awe that I was stuck in the moment. No worries or anxiety about the next day or the day after that. Your eyes locked me in the moment and I was content at just being there with no other thought. To me you were the beginning and the end. Nothing mattered before and nothing would ever matter more. (Except for your brother of course.)

That quickly evolved into a mixture of worries and desires for you. I became immersed into wanting to teach, protect, and nurture you constantly.

Even now as we turn scattered Legos into a stable I can't but help wonder about ten years from now. What will be your obsessions? Will you tell me all your secrets? Will you blow out your candles without rolling your eyes?

Right now your future is a vet and having a tan horse with a black braided mane named Coconut; traveling off to other lands building orphanages. Oh how sweet that would be.

However dreams change and hearts shift. Soon obsessions will be boys and desires will not include mother daughter time. Oh how sad I will be.

So right now I am going to intrude on your solo concert your having with your cowboy boots and hat on. I am going to pry that purple microphone from those hands that are too big and I am going to tickle you a million times. I am also going to sneak a hundred new seven year old kisses. I am going to just BE in the moment.

Then tonight me and your daddy will pray over you as we have every night since the first. Pray for God health, a safe and guarded life, and tender sweet happiness all your days. We will give praise to our loving and merciful Father who blessed us and entrusted your life into our shaking hands.

Happy sweet 7 my love. Hoorah to another year!!!

With endless love,
Mommy (aka Kristie)