The boy is seven years old. I remember wondering to myself what he was going to look like when he was "seven or eight" and here we are. These were the years I longed during surgery seasons. Every day Jack amazes me. He REALLY is becoming his own person and his talents and traits are shining through. Every birthday is a reminder of how lucky we are to have him. Every birthday is a milestone.
I finally decided to do a family party every other year- because Jack's birthday's so far have been pretty intense. It was really nice to tone it down a bit. So on Saturday we went to Fat Cat's and had pizza and bowling with some family. Jack was thrilled with his presents... particularly the light saber he has been begging us for for a month. Everyone had a good time.
Then we got home and he said "So for my REAL birthday on Monday I want to have a Star Wars Party!!"
Whoops.
So I managed to whip out a "Darth Vader Cake" at the last minute....
