I’ve been trying to write this post all day but I just can’t. My “baby” turned SIX today. SIX!! Six was a tough age for me to accept with my two other boys as well. It’s that becoming a REAL boy stage. The dirty, stinky, poop is totally funny, and girls have cooties, BOY! Not just the cute transition from toddler hood to little boy, but BOY! And he’s the last one.
I’m sad. I went shopping with my mother today and came across the teeny, tiny little newborn socks and I wanted to sob. He’s SIX! He’s the last installment. This is it. SIX! I’m trying to wrap my mind around it.
He had a wonderful day. Made his birthday wishes and got his dinner request of tacos and ice cream cake. The thing that made me melt was when I put him to bed tonight. His first night as a six year old and he said to me, “Can you snuggle me for a little while?”
Yes, Buddy. Yes. I. Can. I will snuggle you FOREVER if you’ll let me. Love you so!