Here's a story I told as I lit candles on his birthday cake:
Dear Mason, seven years ago today, you were born.
When you turned one, you learned to walk.
When you turned two, you learned to talk very well.
When you turned three, you got your first tooth extracted and you were so brave.
When you turned four, you learned to ride a bike without training wheels.
When you turned five, you became a big brother.
When you turned six, you had your first wiggly tooth and got a visit from the tooth fairy.
And now, you're seven years old.
Happy birthday, Mason.
Then we went off to the park to meet some homeschool friends.
I made tiny pumpkins for the children. Mason helped making them (of course).
