On the eve of six…

Dear Greyson,

Six.

I know I tell you this often, but I really can’t believe that you are six.

SIX!!

You’re very excited about being six, I think that it must sound old to you as well. You’re the first in your class to turn six, a whole year older than the rest, it is so cool. Things like that are starting to matter to you now, you care more about what you are wearing, more aware of your hair style, what things you have, things you do… I knew it was bound to happen, your innocence slowly slipping… Mommy can’t help but be a bit sad about it, but on the other hand, I’m getting to see how you handle it, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. You have such a good sense of self, you don’t give into peer pressure, especially in behavior, you are kind and good to everyone, no matter if they are in your social circle or not. Even though your awareness has become more expanded to things that are “cool” or “not” your good heartedness, your kindness, your sweetness has remained strong and true. You are amazing.

Turning six you still love Disney, and computer games and your DS and your Wii… You’re smart as a whip, advancing to 1st grade math, because Kindergarten math was boring you senseless… You’re still growing out of your shy stage I think, although you’re bound to always be a little more reserved, I do believe. You’re funny and kind and sweet as sugar. You love the beach and swimming in the pool, you love cartoons and snuggle time in the morning. You eat watermelon like it’s the only food on the planet, you love Mexican and Cajun and salads and anything chocolate!! You make us laugh until our sides hurt, you sing at the top of your lungs and dance like a mad man. The joy you bring to our lives every day is so abounding, it’s limitless…

Mommy struggles with you not having a sibling. I worry that you’ll be lonely as an adult, that you’ll begin to feel that hole that shouldn’t be there. I still struggle so much baby, I know it’s been almost 3 years, but it still hurts so much that your brother is not here. It makes me anxious and a worrier and sometimes I know I have a harder time letting go of you than I should. Thank you for still loving me in spite of myself. You are truly my world little man, my everything, my always, my forever. The past year has been good to us, quiet and simple and busy with all the everyday things that make days turn into weeks, into months, into another year gone by. I say every year and every year in this letter that the past year has been my favorite stage of you, and again it’s true. I loved 5, you became more independent, you stayed the tender hearted boy you’ve always been, and you grew what seems like a foot! You branched out and learned and experienced and yet you stayed you. No momma could ever be prouder or more in love than I.

Tomorrow you will be six.

SIX!!

Six years worth of crazy love,
Momma

I love you for all that you are, and all you will grow to be...