Six Years Old

Today our baby is six years old. We’re both proud of the wonderful little boy he has become. The sparkle in his eyes is full of wonder and this wonder is what prompts splendid conversation on a wide array of topics. He shows a penchant for design and construction and his concentration has blossomed this past year. His favorite treat is a donut, and cookies & cream has replaced vanilla as his flavor of choice in ice cream. At times he still likes to cuddle and requests to be made cozy “in a tight space”. We’re grateful that as mommy and daddy we haven’t been classified as “uncool” , however, he is showing reluctance with too much public display of affection (e.g. a kiss at kindergarten drop off). He likes to laugh and run and anything associated with speed is captivating. A cheetah is his favorite animal because it’s fast. The past year he’s remained consistent in his declaration to be a “race care finish line person” and a “daddy” when he grows up. Although he has clarified that “I will always live with you Mommy” and this innocence regarding what it means to grow up melts my heart. To this day, the quote I saw hanging on the wall during our first visit to the pediatrician is my favorite:

"Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide
forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." —Elizabeth
Stone

As he grows and become more independent, I feel this even more so.