Connor

My son turned seven today.  This would not be a particularly extraordinary event if it wasn't for the fact that he was just born.

We just got the amnio results back that he would be healthy - none of the suspected chromosomal abnormalities are an issue and my almost constant bleeding has almost disappeared.
I just called the doctor in because I was ready to push.
He just practically flew off the birthing table - the doctor missed the whole thing.  Thank God for good and kind and ever-present nurses!
He just blew bubbles at me in the recovery room.
He just met his big brother for the first time.  His eyes widened in awe.
He just came home in his little carseat bucket.  Good grief, those things are heavy.
He just slept in our family's heirloom bassinet for the first time.  My mom and my 3 1/2 year old Ryan decorated for it him, weaving blue ribbon through the wicker the day before his birth.
He just nursed and slept and nursed some more.  Connor was the most placid and cuddly baby ever.  I recall using the word "blissful" to describe him to my mom when he was two weeks old.
He just smiled, and laughed, and rolled over.
He just sat up, crawled and cruised.
He just had a train cake and played drums and turned two.
I just blinked, and he went to nursery school.  Little did I know that the time warp starts now.
He just made friends he will have for the rest of his life.  So did I.
He just watched the class butterflies take wing.  He quickly followed suit.
I just registered him for kindergarten.  I filled out the paperwork with great care.  I mean, how do you adequately "describe your child and their personality traits" in less than two inches of space?  I wrote small...
He just got on the bus for the first time.
I just stopped crying.
He just graduated from kindergarten.
He just learned to swim.
He just received his teacher assignment for first grade.
I just bought him four composition notebooks.
He just lost his second tooth.
I just celebrated his seventh birthday in the classroom today.
He just watched family videos with me tonight, and laughed at how little he once was.

Funny, because I cried.

Happy birthday, dearest Connor.
You are an old soul who knows how to laugh and spread joy like no other.
You are a gift, and I am unspeakably grateful.