Well, now, would you look at this. That little man of mine has gone and turned six years old on me.
I know I could go on and on about how time has flown by, etc. etc. and all, but I'm not.
Let me tell you what six years has shown me.
Six years with The Boy has shown me more patience than I ever dreamed I would need. It has shown me that education concerning your child's needs is one of the most important things you can do. Six years have shown me that when my son winks at me? It's cool to wink back. Six years have shown me the pure unconditional love of a young male that may love the ground his Dad walks on, but he still loves to snuggle on the couch with Mama.
I never knew that little boy love could be so amazing and good. When meltdowns occur (and they do), the storms are hard and rough. You know how God always promised a rainbow after the storm? Yeah....my baby's rainbows are beautiful blessings.
I am in constant awe of his amazing brain. The ease in which he does math....the determination to read (complete with furrowed brows)....and how hard he works to get that good behaviour mark every day.
I may have a little twinge that my baby isn't a baby anymore. I get past it as I see him grow and learn and flourish. Instead of crying over how fast time if flying by, I'm going to make memories to last me a lifetime.
Vitt, I sure do love you. The day you were born....I knew my life was finally complete.