Dear Henry,
You're seven years old today. Personality wise, I would say you are the most like me, with that weird combination of shyness and clown. You make us laugh every day around here, and you've weathered the last year beautifully. You've had to leave your friends and all the good toystores and make new friends and learn about internet shopping. You lost most of your teeth and never complained, you just learned to love soup (tonight's birthday dinner: baked potato soup). You've been having a hard time in school, but you're learning to cope with it better every day, and you can read so well all of a sudden! Spiderman still rules, but pirates are a close second. Orange is your "lucky" color. You have the saddest face I've ever seen when you're sad, but when you're happy, everyone around you becomes happy. Seven Rules! Happy Birthday.
Love, Mom