Dalton turned 7 today. He was born at 5:53 in the morning after my OB told me to try to hurry, she needed to get her son to school on time. I kid you not. Slow down on the bedside manner, lady. But nothing she might have said could have stolen one ounce of joy that surrounded us in that little Oklahoma hospital that day.
When Dalton awoke this morning, he came into the kitchen, groggily, and came to me for his morning hug. I told him how excited I was… it was his birthday, after all! I told him how big he was getting, being 7 and all, and asked him if he felt any different. After giving it a bit of thought, he answered, “Well… I might be a little bit taller.” After a bit more thought he added, “And my feet might be a little bit bigger.”
Boys. Gotta love ’em 🙂
Happy Birthday “D”!