Despite having to shuffle our schedule around, Ev still had a great day. Mark picked up a chocolate cake from Publix (complete with trick candles), and Evan got to spend some birthday money on Nurf guns and a mini bowling set from Toys R Us. We gave him two new Lego Star Wars sets + a new soccer goal for the backyard. Hopefully Mark and I will have enough energy to put it together tomorrow!
I was feeling nostalgic last night and went looking for pictures of Evan as a baby... and I found these from the day after he was born. I think he was 7 or 8 hours old in these photos and I cherish them:
He. Was. Perfect. In every way. He never cried, loved to be held, and I fell in love with him the moment he was placed in my arms. I remember these first moments so vividly... I should have been exhausted, but all I wanted to do was hold him in my arms. And look at his cute little nose!
And here he is today. 7 years old. 49.5 inches tall, 55 pounds, size 7 clothes, and size 2.5 shoes. Tall. Lean. Wide shoulders and long legs. And definitely all boy.
Happy 7th Birthday, Evan! I love you to the moon and back.