Happy birthday Sam. Seven years have gone too fast. I love how fast you pick things up, your goofy energy, how you still need me to hold you in thunderstorms. You are pretty scared of dark places still and I have to talk you into doing something you have never done before. You don't really like to try new things, love to eat salad, melt my heart when you give me hugs (because that doesn't happen very often). Love you to the moon and back buddy!
