That's how he used to say birthday - "birfday".
Sigh. I miss those days when it was so cute when they would mispronounce words.
My little guy, my middle child, has turned seven.
They say that mom's don't have a favorite child, but we all know they do. And Ryan is mine.
I knew that night you came into my life seven years ago, and watching you sleep under the jaundice lights, that you were something special.
And I was right.
Happy Birfday Ryan!
Photo by Stephanie Warner