You climbed in my bed this morning, snuggled up to my back, and non-whispered, “MOMMY, I AM SIX.” I smiled without even opening my eyes. Six. It seems impossible. But you are. Six.
It’s been a great year with you, watching you come into your own.
Your personality really developed this year — with more smiling and joking. You keep us on our toes, with the constant jokes and laughs. I love laughing with you, love watching you learn how to make other people laugh.
You started Kindergarten this fall, and I am so proud of you. You’re doing so well, learning so much. I’m so happy that you enjoy school. I wish that joy to continue for you the rest of this year… and beyond.
You’ve been tired a lot lately, with the whole Kindergarten schedule and busy life thing. We’ve been working on an earlier bedtime during the week, and I hope you know that’s not because we’re upset or mad — but because we know you need some extra sleep right now. When you get that 12 to 13 hours of sleep, you are so much happier — not just in the morning but after school and after dinner and right up until bedtime. It’s a challenge, but I’m thankful you’ve realized how much better you feel when you get sleep. You are your Daddy’s son after all.
You told us this year that you like baseball more than soccer. You learned to roller skate. You make your own bed almost every day. Your drawing continues to improve — and make me smile. Your reading is simply amazing, and I love how much you love to read.
You’re definitely turning into your own person, and I am excited to see that happening — for you, for us, for your brother. I think you’re an awesome little boy, and I’m so happy to call you my son — my baby.
I hope this year will be a great one for you. You deserve it.
Mommy (and Daddy)