When you start typing seven year into Google, the first suggestion is 'seven year itch.' According to Wikipedia [the seven-year itch is a psychological term that suggests that happiness in a relationship declines after around year seven]...
But I beg to differ.
Yes, it took me a while to begin to figure out what having a boy meant. Yes, there are days that I wonder what in the world he's thinking. (So does he for that matter).
But this kid... Man I love him just a little bit more every day.
On October 26...one day early here in the US, but adjust for time differences and I guess it was almost exact in Wuhan...we got together with his 'China brother's' family to celebrate seven years of them being part of our families.
Back then these two were toddlers.
We've visited several pumpkin farms over the years. One we simply outgrew and another was damaged in the early fall monsoons. So this year we tried a new farm.
There was plenty to do from watching pig races to spinning swings...
...giant slides to king of the straw hill...
...giant jumping pillows to hamster wheel races...
...and hay rides to the pumpkin patch.
Included in our admission was one pumpkin per person.
So we searched.
And we hunted.
And we each came up with the perfect pumpkin.