The weather has been wonderful, you've been writing poems and drawing pictures of Spring, and I'd told you about the beautiful cherry blossoms I'd been seeing all week long. So on your seventh birthday you asked to go to the park. The moment we got there we could see the trees in the distance and you went as fast as you could right into the canopy. Brother was not as interested in exploring the trees so off he went with your auntie. And we two were left to explore. And I was left to admire you. May these images always remind you of sweet nothings from your mama whispered on the soft breezes of Central Park.