Six

Another year gone by.

It seems impossible,

But I know enough to know

I should be use to it by now.

But you never really do,

Get use to it I suppose.

Six years ago

My entire world burst open.

In the single act of you taking breath.

And it's never been the same.

Six years, my love.

I wondered in those first moments,

Who you would be. Who you were.

Six years, my love.

Watching you grow up,

It pulls at my heart strings sometimes.

I think it always will.

But I couldn't ask for anything better.

This adventure. 

Watching your world grow.

It's exciting and sad all at once.

There will always be times I miss

Your tiny voice,

Your mispronunciation of elephant,

You fitting nice and neat in my arms,

The smell of baby wash in your hair,

The way you would fall asleep against me.

And then there's times like today.

Your teacher called you a gentleman.

You let a girl go ahead of you.

And it makes me so incredibly proud to be your mom.

You're funny. You're kind.

You're empathetic and encouraging.

You're a patient and loving brother.

You're loud, and crazy, and sassy.

You're inquisitive and smart.

(You could stand to be a little more humbled about it.)

You're sweet. You're sensitive. And helpful. And stubborn. And meaningful.

I couldn't ask for a better son.

Loving you is easy and effortless.

Its in everything your dad and I do.

Liking you, really liking you,

That's been a wonderful bonus.

Happy 6th Birthday Sully.