april 18

Happy Birthday Bergen Hawkeye.

Every morning when you wake up with your moppy blonde hair sitting directly over your keen blue eyes, I think to myself –

I could not love you any more than I do right now.  My heart is virtually bursting with affection for you.

And then the day passes.

And every night I tuck you into your bed, quilt underneath, quilt on top, shaggy hair still a rowdy mess, eyes still piercing blue, I think to myself –

I love you even more tonight than I did this morning.

You are amazing.

Happy Birthday Seven!