Seven is a lucky number.

Dear Fin,

Today you are seven.

One of your classmates told me that all the girls like you. You like marshmallows and dogs and you hate to get dressed.

When I say, "Don't do that" you say, "But, I want to" and that's irrelevant, but disarming.

You are cheeky and creative and very very charming when you want to be. As far as I know, you have never flushed a toilet without being reminded. Not once.

Love,

Mama

ps. I'll eat you up I love you so.