Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Seven.

Dear Danny,

I can't believe you are seven already.

I love this picture of you, standing in the tulips.  You look fierce and silly, and that's who you are.  You are going to be a force to be reckoned with.

Ever since you were a little baby, you've always been so smiley, and made other people smile.  You have a sense of humor and silliness that reminds me of your Great Grandfather - that glint in his eye.  I think one day you will be an excellent Grandfather.

Even though you're still timid sometimes, and most certainly still a mommy's boy, you have blossomed so much in the last year, and I don't see that stopping anytime soon.

You started piano lessons about 6 weeks ago, and you are astounding us all.  You write music.  Just like that, you make up your own songs, and write them down, and your teacher asked if you want to play one of your own compositions at the recital next month.  I'm pretty sure I didn't start writing my own music until I'd been taking piano lessons for like 5 years...  You're a funny little dude.  You get shy, and you don't really talk to your piano teacher, but sometimes you do things like nod enthusiastically or smile really big.  She doesn't seem to mind, she's really great with you.

I think you have big emotions just like your mama.  You get frustrated sometimes because I think your mind is ahead of your body and your muscles.  You are also definitely the younger child, and a younger seven year old in some ways than Sam was.  I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles when you're 4 years younger and honestly those first 4 years of your life were pretty tumultuous to say the least.

Seven is the year that things change.  I can scroll back and forth between Sam's 1st and 2nd grade school photos and he looks like a different person.  Seven is the year you switch from being a little kid to being a big kid.  The year your front teeth fall out and you get your grown up front teeth that are just plain too big for your seven year old mouth and you look goofy for a little while.

Next year you'll be in second grade and you won't be at the same school as Sam anymore.  There
seems like such a big difference between Kindergarten and 2nd grade.  Time moves slowly, but flies by all at once.

What wisdom could I give you if I could tell you anything?  That it's okay not to get things perfect the first time.  That trying and practice and improving are part of what makes the journey interesting, and that it's okay to have to do something more than once.  I know that's hard to understand right now because I think you just want to do EVERYTHING imaginable, but one day you'll understand.  I hope that understanding will not dim your creative spirit or enthusiasm though.  I'm pretty sure that if you put your mind to it, you really can do anything.

I love you so much, and I can't wait to see what you choose to do next.

Love,
Mom

Firsts This Year!

First Musical Instrument: Piano!  You started lessons in March.
First Nosebleed(s):  I was so unprepared, and had no idea how to handle it.  Now there have been a few and I am a pro.
First YouTube Video(s):  You started a YouTube Channel this year, and it's one of the cutest things I have ever seen in my life.

Favorites!

Favorite Book: Elephant & Piggy Books
Favorite Color: Red?
Favorite Song:  The Fox - Nickel Creek version
Favorite Board Game: Chinese Checkers
Favorite Video Game: Minecraft (big time), Roblox, Splatoon
Favorite TV Show: The Simpsons, Futurama
Favorite YouTubers: DanTDM/The Diamond Minecart, Popular MMOs, JackFilms
Favorite Food: Chips & Sauce, Pizza, Sausage, Bacon
Favorite Dessert: Coconut Dreams (fake Samoas)
Favorite Thing to Do Outside the House: Play at McDonalds, Play on the playground
Favorite Subject at School: PE
Best Friends: Karsyn, Bailey, Shay, Kingston

Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Birth Story.

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