I cannot believe it...six years old...*MY* son!
I love him to pieces and am so thankful for him. He is sweet and tenderhearted, and, onery and mischievious. He can be so brave and protective, and yet, he still needs his dad to tuck him in and read him stories at night. When he gets hurt, he still needs his mom to hug him and kiss him and pinch his cheeks. (Okay, so he endures me messing with his cheeks, and to set the record straight, I no longer pinch them...but they are so soft and smushy...I love them!)
I am so very proud of my boy. Thank you, Lord, for six wonderful years.
Oh, and he wants a giraffe cake for his bday on Saturday. I am only vaguely aware of how I am going to manage that one.