Seven

I was talking to my brother the other day about how all our kids have been the hardest version of themselves from 2 1/2 to 3 1/2.  After that something happens... they all slowly get easier.  Today our Carson turns 7 and he is one easy kid.  

I loved when Carson was born.  As we snuggled our new big lipped baby boy, and I tried to figure out how to feed him, we watched lots of sports.  Just after he was born the Red Sox won the world series for the first time and I fell in love with baseball.  Then the University of Utah had their amazing season and I fell in love with them too.  Looking back my life was pretty calm then.  Not that I realized it.  My days consisted of taking care of Carson and finding ways to entertain myself.  Sometimes I miss that time.  This week our kids have dance, four soccer games, pictures, a practice, three birthday parties, and three different school schedules and that's just some of our week.  I wouldn't trade it though.  When Carson was a newborn I only felt like I new what I was doing well...never.  At least I can say that now as a mom I think I know what I'm doing about half the time. 

Happy Birthday to our oldest who constantly teaches me and stretches my heart.  Love you!