I’m not sure how it happened exactly. Yesterday you were born making me the mother of three sons. You screamed because lactose made your tummy hurt. Then you crawled around looking cute and just like your brothers. By mid-day you were screaming because you couldn’t talk. You became addicted to television. In the afternoon you were speaking clearly and began fighting with your brothers like every good middle child should. In the evening, I noticed how much you are like your father: fiercely competitive and commanding, with a soft heart of gold. Last night, you were helping to take care of your younger siblings, learning to read, and excelling at sports. Now this morning I wake up and you are seven. You’re one amazing boy!