I sort of feel like you’ve been five forever. Four seems so long ago, but I’m not sure I’m ready to round the corner into six.
But you are.
With your snaggletooth gone, there’s a grown up tooth making its way down. It looks so big on your small face. But I’m quite certain in no time it will look just right.
We finally gave in and got you your own Nintendo DS for your birthday. It was the only thing you wanted, and as long as we can still peel you away from it to do other things, we feel okay about it. You haven’t put it down yet. When you’re not playing it, you’re carefully cleaning it with the small cloth that came in the kit. I can’t help but smile about the extreme care you are giving an electronic device.
I looked back at last year’s entry, which started with me wanting to freeze you in time. A year later I still feel the same, loving exactly who you are right at this moment. So maybe I’m realizing that I simply love who you are, and that you might just be this way until you’re 82. Oh, I hope so.
You should know that I am not the only one who loves you so. People constantly remark that you are always smiling and happy. When you leave the room, folks sigh and say, “He’s such a good kid.”
You are a good kid. You are a fantastic kid. And I am so, so proud that you are MY kid.
Happy sixth.