Yesterday I sang him to sleep in my arms. Today he sings songs he made up.
Yesterday he fit on my lap from head to toe. Today I don't dare lift him up.
Yesterday he had a wonderfully infectious giggle. Today he still does.
Yesterday his rolls of fat were countless. Today I can count his ribs and have to remind him to "put on a belt".
Yesterday his vocabulary consisted of "Oh wow!" and "uh-oh!". Today he brings home perfect spelling tests.
Yesterday he stood in the living room and entertained us on his toy drum and kazoo. Today I listen to the sounds of his piano practice as I do the dishes.
Yesterday he cuddled up with a thumb and his "yag" on my lap. Today I am blessed when I feel his arms around me.
Yesterday I taught him how to hold a crayon. Today he brings me drawings of dinosaurs.
Yesterday it took both his parents to give him a bath in the infant tub. Today he swims the length of the pool.
Yesterday I gleefully picked up the phone to schedule my first doctor's appointment about 2 minutes after I found out I was expecting him. Today I am already getting a taste of the young man he will become.
Yesterday he was leading his little brother "Ay-deb" around the house and into all his activities. Today he leads a parade of five.
Yesterday I crept into his room at night and gazed down at a tiny baby, amazed that he was mine to raise. Today that amazement is deeper as I realize more and more what a gift God has given us in him.
And today we're celebrating 7 years of Sam.
Happy birthday, Samuel Paul. We love you so much.