Ethan will turn 7 tomorrow. Wow. 7. I can remember the fear I had when I found out I was pregnant with him. How terrified at the thought of becoming a mother. It feels like that was a whole other lifetime.
I remember hearing him cry for the first time and how real it suddenly became. He is one special boy. One that Heavenly Father knew I needed starting out as a new mom. I thank God every day that he blessed me with such an amazing boy. It brings tears to my eyes to think about the honor it's been to watch him grow and learn. I just can't believe he's 7.
Ethan is artistic and musical. He loves to draw, color, sing, listen to music, and play games like 'name that tune.' I love that he has passion for the arts like Fred and I. He is very smart. He has learned to read and loves to read books before bed. He writes his own stories all the time and makes his own books.
The other day he learned to ride a bike without training wheels for the first time ever and did it on his first try. He loves going out to eat. His favorite dinner is chicken and rice. He still hates beans and cheese. He loves Mom and Ethan time or Daddy and Ethan time. He's articulate and has a big vocabulary for a boy his age. He hates to clean his room and never wants to play in there because he will mess up toys. Maybe that's my fault being a little crazy about messes.
He changes his mind everyday on what he wants to be. But I know no matter what he chooses, he will be great at it. He still lets me snuggle him and give him kisses. He still holds my hand if I grab it or ask if I can. He still tells me I can call him Linky when he's a teenager.
He loves his Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ. He knows they love him. He understands why were here, and where he is going after this life. He has faith. He is a good, honest boy. He is sensitive and kind. He is a good listener and always wants to be obedient. He thinks of his friends and tries to be the best example he can be.
It is a privilege to be his mother. I feel unworthy and that I'm not doing a good job but moments where he tells me he loves me, gives me kisses and tells me I'm a great mom, somehow, make me feel that I must be doing something right.
I love you, my boy. I love you more than you'll ever know. Happiest of birthday wishes to you!
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