Today he turned six. Six. My sweet boy who I remember snuggling hours on end in the hospital for the three days after my c-section, turned six.
He woke up at 3:00 a.m. asking to go downstairs. No, buddy, it’s the middle of the night, go back to sleep. So he cuddled into his little pre made bed next to Daddy on the floor and slept until 7:00, when I woke him for his birthday breakfast. He choose chocolate donuts. He read his note from Daddy and opened a present from Grammie and Grampie. Evie and I sang to him. And he got up from his chair after the Happy Birthday song and gave me a big hug and kiss. I teared up a bit. We met Nana at the zoo. He loved the animals and held my hand as we walked through the crowds of kids. I told him he could pick wherever he wanted to go for lunch, but instead he wanted to have nachos with me at home. I told him I would drive him to school today, but he said he wanted to ride the bus, so Leo and I drove him to the bus stop and I watched him hop on and wave goodbye like he does every day. He ran to me after school with his “it’s my birthday” crown, excited for the evening ahead. We had his choice for supper, pizza. He opened presents….legos, a water gun, his first Bible, a fishing pole….giving hugs and thankyous after each one. A Minecraft cake and he blew out his candles, his sister right by his side. Played outside with the neighbors. We read before bed and I tucked him in like usual, telling him I love him more, him telling me he loves me to Jesus and back times infinity to the forcefield no take backs times infinity times a thousand million. How can I compete with that? Oh, but I can.
Happy Birthday sweet boy. Six is a big deal. Almost done with kindergarten, you’re losing your baby face, but you’ll always be my baby. You are a precious gift from God, an amazing blessing, and we love you so very very much.