Our sweet, zany, contemplative Zayd turned seven last week. He's grown into such a character and every day I spend with him is one where my heart feels warm and I grow as a mother. I'm so lucky to haven't him as my son.
He loves making others laugh, and he's got his dad's wacky knack for it. He is a rule follower like his mom. He's caring and nurturing and Ziyan, especially, is lucky to have such a doting big brother. He loves his sister and encourages her everyday, though sometimes you might call it instigating. He's still fiercely protective, but he's learned to tame his fears and channel his energy often and more and more every month. He knows right from wrong and cannot abide anyone doing the wrong thing. Thus, he's supremely political. I work to help him understand that the world exists outside of the political debate of the day, much as I work to tell myself the same. (Someday we'll figure out if that's true, ha ha.) He's su h a fantastic, warm, devoted boy and I'm so glad I get to spend everyday with him.
Happy birthday to Zayd!