Tomorrow the superhero of the house will go from 7 to 8.
Just like that, another age gone by…
Another childhood year to say farewell to, a new one to embrace.
Where do these years go?
They go in photo albums, countless drawings and homemade books;
They go on walls and refrigerator doors;
They run down our cheeks on sad days, and spread across our faces in smiles on all the good days.
To my soon-to-be-8-year-old son (and all his alter-egos): HAPPY BIRTHDAY!