Seven is just heaven.

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Our boy will be seven years old tomorrow.
I remember feeling soooo heavy with him the night before he was born.  I was so swollen and short of breath.
Then with all the excitement of his birth adn then following, it has been an amazing ride with our boy for sure.
Tonight we had our second soccer practice.  i feel guilty admitting this but, I have almost trained myself to dread these outings.
Up until this year doing anything with other children or adults was very VERY unpredictable. 
Last year playing soccer when he was on... he was awesome.
Last year when he was off, it was temper tantrums, and unpredictable outbursts with other children and adults.
This year we have had a birthday party with twenty plus children and he PLAYED with them.
He greeted his guests each by name ( with encouragement)  Thanked people for their gifts and was an awesome host.
He has really great days at camp, making new friends and learning how to "keep his hands to himself."
We have spent some really great nights with Nana and even had a sleepover with Ella last week.  They just LOVE spending time together.
He and his friend Mike are so good together and seem to understand eachother.
Jack has played with some boys from his class this summer and they were genuinely happy to see him.
Do we have our moments?
Sure we do.
But so does everyone else.
So tonight as we near our beautiful boys official 7th Birthday I say...
Salute to you Jack Tuzinski!
You are your own man, you are a gift to your Mommy and Daddy.
You brighten your Nana's days.
You have a smile on your face when your party gets turned into a tornado warning and lightening storm of the year.
You want hugs and kisses from your Mom even when you I least deserve them.
You ask the best questions and ground my flighty thoughts of selfishness.
You love babies and dogs and animals of ay kind.
You are my last thought as I close my eyes, and the first thought in the morning.
Thank God for you Jack.  You are my sunshine.


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