7 years ago

At this time in 2005, I was in a room with a very sore incision, trying to pretend morphine didn't knock me completely off my rocker, basking in the glory of no longer being pregnant and having two new beautiful babies in my life.

There were times that I didn't believe I would make it to this post, but you really can't argue that 7 year old boys just aren't little any more. They aren't babies. They are people who can be trusted to help out with things, people who can go to the park with their brother and be safe out of sight.

Cal, you are a boy with great conviction, focus and intelligence. You give me a run for my money when we both think we know better, but you are so clearly going to do well in this world. You will pick out a goal and work to it with laser-like focus. You love to figure out how things work and solve puzzles. Your fully belly laugh can bring your dad and I to giggles. I love you.

Spence, you have shown both your dad and I this year that, with focus and determination, you are a deeply observant, whip smart young man. Your ability to see a frog, turtle, butterfly or caterpillar in a thick of green is uncanny. And your eye with a camera is already impressive to even your photographer grandfather. You want to do good, and I think you are even starting to believe that you can. I love you.

Houston, we have a plan

My almost 7 year-old little Spencer made the following pronouncement completely out of the blue the other day:

Mom, when I grow up I'm going to be an artist.
And if that doesn't work out, I'm going to be a photographer.
And if that doesn't work out, I'm going I be a scientist.
And if that doesn't work out, I'm going to open a candy store.
And if that doesn't work out, I'm going to retire.
And when I retire, I'm going to sit in a big poofy chair reading a book with a big orange cat on my lap.

I just kinda stood there with my mouth agape before I started laughing.

So, at the very least, we have that figured out. Always good to have a plan.