Happy Seventh Birthday! I’m so thankful I have you, and that you are my firstborn.
You’ve been with me the entire time though this motherhood journey, which hasn’t been my most graceful adventure.
I apologize for what appears to be a lack of significant effort on my part when it comes to your birthday celebrations, particularly your 5th and 7th. Looking back, I don’t have any photos of a cake on your 5th birthday, which means we probably didn’t have one, or I just stuck a few candles in a frozen waffle or something.
And this year, well, yeah.
I kinda ran out of time and energy on the day of your birthday, and what was meant to be a cookie cake turned into a utter disaster.
Sorry about the turd cake. Those little speckles are not pieces of corn, they are white chocolate, because that’s all I had in the house.
A few hours after we tucked you in bed on the night of your birthday, your dad threw out the rest of the turd cake. Cakewrecks, here we come.
And I’m so glad you love your American girl doll horse, which was at the top of your wish list. Did you know those things cost like $75 new? When you asked if it came from the real store (since it lacked proper packaging and desperately needed it’s mane brush), I told you it was a “rescue” horse, which sounds noble but really means I “rescued” it from a secondhand bin or something.
Through it all, you smiled, laughed, amazingly appreciative of it all, and none the wiser.
Thank you for being you.
Never change, because you’re perfect for me.