Sam's Blog

 

Dear Nolan,

I can't believe my baby boy is seven. I have no words to describe my awe at how fast this all goes, nor will my words do justice how proud of you I am. You make me laugh, you make me crazy, you make me proud, and you made me a mommy seven years ago. Happy birthday, my favorite little red headed superhero. I love you all the way to the moon and back!
Love, Momma

 

Here's Nolan with his birthday donut:

 

 The twins were not happy, Danny was bawling because it wasn't "his" birthday. We enjoyed Nolan's favorite dinner, clam chowder soup. In a rare twist of fate, the electricity went out, so we were playing in the dark and pioneering our way through dinner. Thankfully it was restored just as we sat down to a candlelit dinner!