Evan is now officially seven. All of the parties are finished, and I do believe he feels well celebrated. We had his last party while everyone was in town because your birthday can't be over until you have Nana Mac and she makes you a cake:
I'm still having a hard time believing this sweet boy is seven. He brings so much laughter into our lives, and I love watching him grow. He's no longer my little guy. He is forever building or breaking something. I bought the biggest box of bandaids I could find for the summer, and I'm not even sure those will make it through June. But I do know I can't imagine our home without his sense of humor and wild imagination. Love you, little man.