Lucky SEVEN! Happy seven years to my wild, spirited, sporty and sweet son! The one who made me a mom on a sunny springtime morning, bursting with light from the moment he arrived. He is my greatest teacher and we continue to grow up alongside each other. I think back to the day he was born and how unaware I was of the true magnitude of mothering; how a part of me would now belong to him forever, and simultaneously, how he would bring life to new and old parts of myself.

Happy seventh my sunshine boy, thank you for giving me the role of a lifetime.

Keep scrolling for scenes from Evan’s seventh at the bowling alley arcade! Total chaos but the kids thrived and one of them said I was cool which is enough for me to dare do this again next year – *anything* to remain well-liked by first graders.