I Love 7-year-old Boys
Today marks seven years since the last of my siblings' children was born. My youngest sister's son, Aiden, is the only one of the 10 of my nephews (6) and nieces (4) that I know as well as I do.
Aiden is a "ginger," with red hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. He is full of live and love. He also has quite the personality, including a mind of his own. (The picture I chose from Pixabay actually resembles him a bit.)
I am his Auntie Coco, and I love having been a part of his life that I had not been with the other nine, due to being in the military and living away. We truly do have a special bond. He really is "my heart."
His favorite stuffed animal, "Pup-pup," which I bought, has been re-stuffed and has its own red glass heart that I sewed inside of him. I wonder when the pup will no longer find himself cuddled in the little man's sleep.
Last year I bought him a drum set for his birthday. It is a miniature set (real instrument, not toy) that I bought used for a great price. He looks like a little rock star when he sits and attempts to make some sense of the banging. In a couple of years, he will need to be upgraded to a larger set, if he chooses to want to learn to play.
This year, I am giving him a SpiderMan back-pack filled with school supplies, but there will be a card, which has a cryptic message in it about the "surprise" gift will be given to him on August 30th. I am stopping by Cheney Stadium (home of Minor League Baseball Tacoma Rainiers) to pick up tickets. He is beginning to take an interest in sports.
Seven-year-old boys. They grow up so very fast.
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