turning seven

Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Khalil Gibran

My little guy turned 7 years old yesterday. Seven. I can hardly believe it. He is growing up so fast, like all of our children. I think of this quote often since becoming a mama... the words are quite powerful. And the older he gets the more I believe that this is true. He is a spectacular being... all his own. 

I love you my little bug. You make me happier than anything else upon this earth.

PS... sorry no pictures. I seem to have misplaced my little thingy to upload photos. Going to get a new one tomorrow if I can't find it. :)