Lucky Seven

Magical milestones to celebrate as my boy turns seven:

• He asked for a party.
  
• Friends came to his party.
  
• He had fun playing with friends at his party. (Yes, these are milestones. Take that, autism.)
  
• When the party venue offered him free ice cream and I had to say no, he can't, he didn't even say a word, just enjoyed the special cake I baked him.
  
• He could read his cards to me himself; at least, when he had enough patience to read the cards and not rip into the box... often it went something like this. "Have a happy birthday and I hope....OOOOOH, MOMMY, I think there are RACE CARS IN HERE!!!!"
• He played a game. For. An. Hour. With the option of quitting sooner. Nope, he wanted to PLAY! With his buddy! And, when no one won, well, I think maybe we all did!!!!
• He smiled and said "cheese" for a few photos ... sometimes even looking in the direction of the camera.
  
• The photos show the big gap where he's missing a tooth; one more hangs by a thread. He looks adorable! But I am biased. But I'm also right. And he's also adorable. Because I adore him. So there.
• I promised him a pinata, and I bought him one, but the party venue said no. Meltdown? Drama? Tears? Whining? No, no, no, and no. Score!
• He wore his very special and dearly loved knight costume for the party. Another child asked to wear it. I bet by now you can guess what happened. SHARING! Happiness!
• Someone gave him a movie he loves as a gift. He asked to watch it tonight. I said he could see a few minutes. Drama? Tears? Score again! My boy was just happy. He said he loved his day.
  

OKAY, deities, listen up, because this is serious. My little Roo had a good birthday, and I need to say it. Once every seven years or so, I expect a free pass. So. Back. Off. Let seven be our lucky number, and let the good times roll.