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Dear Noah, 

You turned 7 last month and I’m scared to blink incase when my lids open you’re already 17.

You’re amazing, you know that? Just such an amazing little man. The way you pick flowers for your Mum on the way back to the car after school, how you still love to cuddle up to me at the end of the day on the couch {thank you Shaun the Sheep}, how much you care just makes my heart glow. 

We’ve had a bit of a challenging year, with so much change. I’m so proud of how well you’ve adjusted to your new school, how well you’ve made friends. It seems like the best thing we could have done for you. You’re so much more settled here. Happier. Calmer. 

Don’t get me wrong. You can still throw a good tantrum or 10 {and that’s just before school starts} when you feel up to it. The socks don’t quite fit right. You don’t like your {new!} shoes. You wanted to take that toy plane and I said no. The difference is now, instead of blind tantrums, you’re open to reasoning. You’re understanding the ‘why’ of life a little more. 

We celebrated your birthday at the park, surrounded by your new friends. It was such a wonderful afternoon, watching you play with them and your sister. 

Thank you for your infinity hugs. Thank you for your kisses. Thank you for choosing me to be your Mum. 

All my heart.

Your Mum.

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