Dear Oldest Son,
Despite my demands that you stop growing up, you went and turned six on me. Six. Years. Old. I can’t believe it. My little baby is neither little nor a baby. I’m all verklempt. (You’ll get that joke when you’re older)
The funny thing is, even though your childhood is moving way too fast for my liking, I am so in love with the person you’ve become. The funny boy who likes to watch Bizarre Foods and Chopped with me. The generous soul who put his tooth fairy money in the offering plate because, “they need it more than I do.” The gentle spirit who loves nature, animals, and being out in the country. You were a sweet baby, but you’re a pretty amazing kid.
Sure, you can be sassy as heck, and a little too big for your britches sometimes. You enjoy picking on your brother a little too much. But underneath that, you’re a boy that is loyal, loving, giving, and kind. And even though you’re kind of obsessed with growing up and being older, you still love to snuggle, something I will enjoy for as long as I can. I not only love you, I like you. I like spending time with you. I have fun when we’re together.
I love, love, love you, son. It’s been a great six years, and I look forward to being your mom for many more.
Favorite Movie: Alvin and the Chipmunks
Favorite Television Show: Jessie
Favorite Song: “I think I like all the Beatles songs.”
Favorite Color: Blue and black
Favorite Food: Scooby Snacks
Best Friend: Cole
When I grow up, I want to be a: Farmer