And now a poem from your momma:
Tenny, you're turning seven today!
You're seeing the world in a whole new way.
No more a babe. Net yet a man.
You're asking all the questions you can.
You're learning the truth about life on this earth.
You're feeling the truth of your own divine worth.
I never will doubt you. Your heart is pure gold.
So don't be afraid to be different. Be bold!
Tenny, I love you, but it is bittersweet,
to let go of the boy for the man I will meet.
So no matter how tall, how grand you become,
remember your mother and from where you have come.
And these arms that cradled you once before,
will comfort and hold you once again more.
We love you Tennyson! Happy birthday.