Sometimes I think I have seven years worth of words to say about you, seven years worth of patience to practice with you, seven years worth of fear to face with you, seven years worth of growing to measure, seven years worth of rules to break. I sometimes feel that seven years worth of changes, is seven years too much, but also too little. Seven years worth of you, is more than I expected, and so much less than I desire. Seven years worth of becoming better. Seven years worth of you. Happy Seven years, my dear little lion man. '