Luke is Seven!

I'm seriously not old enough to have a seven year old, right?  It was the craziest thing.  Luke went to sleep a boy Saturday night and woke up Sunday morning a seven year old man child!  He literally starting looking older over night.

A few things about this sweet child of mine:
He is compassionate.
He is kind.
He is tender.
He is sensitive to Holy Spirit.
He is driven.
He is determined.
He is confident.
He is bold.
He is handsome.
He is easy.
He is wise.
He is obedient.
He is gentle.
He is decisive.
He is strong.
He loves his mama.
He loves his daddy.
He loves his brothers.
He loves Jesus.
He loves reading.
He loves competing.
He loves learning.
He is my first born treasure.

Luke, you still make my heart turn soft, just like you did when you were first born.  I don't think you'll ever get too old for that.  And, I get you.  You're so confident you don't necessarily feel like you need anyone to get you, but I get you.  I love spending one-on-one time with you, as rare as that is.  I enjoy talking to you and hearing what's on your mind.  Being with you is just fun to me.

Thank you for how much you love me and your daddy and brothers.  Thank you that you love when I tell you about the day you were born, about how much your daddy and I wanted you, about how much we still think you're so awesome.  Thank you for enjoying being with your family.  Thank you for being the best first baby bear any mama could ask for.  I love you!