June 26, 2011
Today my beautiful first born son will turn seven years old. I don’t know how that can even be possible and then again, I can barely remember life without him.
Asa, please don’t ever stop jumping on the beds when you’re supposed to be settling in for the night. Even though it makes me crazy.
Please don’t ever stop picking me bouquets of flowers, even though I actually liked those flowers in the garden.
Please don’t ever stop asking me why random things are, even though I can’t possibly answer all your questions. I still have to get back to you on the size of an ostrich’s tummy.
And please don’t ever stop being the most caring, innocent, handsome boy. The most wonderful big brother any boy could ask for. We love you more than words and are so fortunate to have you, loving us back “more than infinity”. I think I can handle seven years old, but no more than that. We need you just the way that you are.
Mom and Dad
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Beautifully said—–life is so precious! Happy Birth Day to Asa!
Asa, Happy 7th Birthday, lucky number 7. We hope you had a great party today! We can’t wait to see you and the boys next month. Bring your mom and dad, too! Lots of love, Aunt Nancy
Happy Birthday Asa! They are growing up too fast, and yet I love to watch it happen.
Awwwwww, I remember when lil man Asa was born….Happy Birthday to you Asa!!!!
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