Seth turned 6 this week.
I went to his school and had a birthday party for him in his classroom. It was so sweet.
He loved wearing his cool Birthday Boy cap that I had made up for him, and helped me dish out the cupcakes and cookies for his classmates.
He’s such a big boy now…where does time go?
A friend emailed me a photo of herself with Seth that was taken when he was an infant. It was the cutest thing. When I look at him now, it’s hard to believe he was once a baby I cradled.
I found the infant years very challenging, and much prefer him spending time with him as a young boy, but I don’t want him to be 16 tomorrow.
Don’t grow up too fast….my little guy.
I love being able to give him a squeeze and have him come running when I walk into the house, as he commands a “jump hug.” I adore that.
I love that he sleeps cradling his beloved teddy bear, despite that it barely has any fuzz anymore. He’s picked much of it off.
I love that he wants me to lay with him when he is fighting going to sleep.
I love that he wants to crawl into my bed with me and watch American Idol or the Discovery channel.
I love that he wants me to watch him play so I can see the cool creations he comes up with if he’s using Legos, etc.
I love when he reaches for my hand as we cross the street safely.
I love that he throws me air kisses and likes to rub my back (without my asking).
I love that he’s sincerely concerned if I’m not feeling 100 percent.
I love his enthusiasm for life.
Most of all..I love the little person he has become and continues to become. I couldn’t be prouder of him. He is big-hearted, kind, caring, sensitive…etc….too much to detail. I’m grateful to be his mom and have the opportunity to shape him as the years go on. He’s a little spark of sunshine in my life (most of the time…not when I’m having a mommy meltdown), but nothing touches my heart more than his huge chesire cat smile. I hope he’ll always retain his joy, despite the demands of the world.