Happy #7, Harrison!

Happy birthday to my sweet, sweet, Harrison. I can't believe I have a seven year old. It seems like yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital on New Year's Day. What a way to start a year off right! I can't begin to name all of the ways he has blessed our lives and the lives of those around him. He is a great kid. He makes me proud to be his mom. Pure and simple. :)

We went to Rubys tonight for dinner. That seems to be the spot for birthdays for us. You might recall that we went for Charlie's birthday too. It was nothing fancy. I felt bad about calling off the little party we had planned on having, but I really don't think that anyone would have wanted to come and listen to me cough. Plus, I am exhausted. I ache from coughing so hard, it's a wonder my coughing hasn't kicked into labor. Harrison was a trooper though, he didn't mind at all because he still got to open his presents from us. And just look at him, does he look unhappy? I asked him tonight if he had a good birthday and he said yes, so I'm happy. :)