Zander is seven

Zander is one of my very favorite people on the planet. And today, he is seven years old.

I still remember him as a baby - he cried so much that I was awake many nights with him. I clearly recall one night, as I was sitting in the brown rocking chair in our old house in my bedroom by the bay window; it was probably in the wee hours, and he had just quieted down. Relieved that he had stopped crying, I sat and took the opportunity to snuggle with him, feeling I was so blessed to have this little child, and if I got less sleep, I didn't care, because it let me spend more time with him, and babies grow up way too fast. . .

I think I still feel that way about him. He's super-naughty, and I have to work hard to keep things in line with him, but I don't even mind, because he's such a cool dude - full of enthusiasm, ideas, and passion. I'm glad this sweetie is part of our family.