Oh that boy...

that baby of mine. The one who stole my heart as soon as I looked into his big blue eyes. He has turned 6. That's a big deal! That requires using both hands to count and I remember when the sum of him would fit entirely in to mine. It doesnt seem possible that 6 years have passed. My sweet baby is growing up. His teeth are wiggly, his feet are stinky, and he can do just about everything himself. Being the mom of a boy is such an adventure. I find myself taking special notice of trains and planes while we're traveling. I am sure to point out every stinky skunk I smell and he responds with a dramatic gag and erupts into giggles. He has made me a money launderer, a rock tumbler,and a melter of toys when his pockets are not emptied before his pants go into the laundry. From the time he was born he was a sympathy crier, it didn't matter if he knew the person crying or not he would sob to the core of his little self in sympathy. I am thankful that even as he has grown up he has retained that quality. He looks so much like his daddy but he is an undercover red head. He has my temper and stubborn streak. I am so thankful for that, it will carry him far as an adult. He is passionate and quick to defend those he loves. He is funny and wacky and still crawls into my bed in the middle of the night because he's afraid that I am lonely. He is my joshypot, my butter, my buddy-roo, the only boy to have won my heart since I met his daddy. He is growing up and no longer has his own speak, no more are there stories of "oh my doch, i tant beweeb it" (oh my gosh I can't believe it) now he corrects his mistakes and moves on. He opens doors when we go places, he always gets the cart for me when we shop. He enjoys being a gentleman and I pray he grows up to be a gentle man.
His birthday came and was celebrated in triplicate with family and friends far and near. He felt special and loved and important. He is settling in to being 6 and on the night of his birthday as I tucked him in after kisses and cuddles. After songs and prayers. As I was turning off the light to leave he said "Can you believe it Momma? I am almost SEVEN!"
Oh my sweet boychild, your momma's heart is barely able to handle six....let's not run any faster.