lucky number 7

 last night we kissed goodnight 6 year old cheeks...and woke up to greet a new man of 7.

i teased max that he might wake up to a newly grown mustache...and caught him checking in the mirror this morning.

i'm still trying to digest having such a big kid of my own. time is flying.

but good grief am i ever proud of the little man he has grown to be.

my max is kind. he is witty and hilarious...he's easily the best lip-syncer in town...he dances with conviction.

he is strong and he is brave. he's the absolute bravest.

and i know this goes against most parenting rules, but he is my best friend.

and that is that.

today he's off to spend the day with his dad...but not before matt and i sugared him up with a doughnut cake and smoothie breakfast dance party.

we cheered and toasted to being max and to being 7! 

and there was clacking teeth. plenty of clacking teeth.

happy happy happy birthday to the light of my life. 

my forever sunshine.

my guy.

mama loves you, do.