Today I held tight my bright, precocious, somewhat silly and extremely strong willed SIX year old. Each year on his birthday I try to ingrain in my memory the sheer essence of him. His dark lashed eyes, his quirky single dimple, his wiry frame, his sweet baby teeth, his unbounded energy, his innocent compassion, his extreme confidence and his theatrical antics. He's something else. And I love him with all of my heart.
Gather Round. Inside the sweet cupcake, a darling gift from bestie S and family tradition around these parts, was a clue that sent the PCP around the house on a scavenger hunt for Pokemon cards while Honey, Mother and I worked on breakfast!!
hallway growth chart.
one for forever. Number six brought a Falcon's jersey and a John Derian tray.