My oldest, first born, only son is seven today.
Good grief, how did that happen?
I’m pretty sure just yesterday he was a chubby little baby, full of rolls and drool.
Now he’s our cautious adventurer, our master Lego builder, our sterling speed reader, our happy go-lucky guy; a boy who exudes light and life.
Happy Birthday Mister Levi. May you enjoy your day playing the Wii, having lunch with your Dad and doing the quintessential father-son thing: shooting.
Love you bud!
(And for those of you who were wondering, I’m still painting. Life has a way of taking a project that could really only take one day and stretching into six, and counting.)