And Then...

Six years ago, at 3:04 a.m., my Noodle was born.

It's hard not to be emotional on your child's birthday, at least for this mama. We've been through a lot over these years, and he's taught me more about myself than I ever really wanted to know. He's taught me how to love in a way that I never thought was possible. He's taught me about being an artist.

He's teaching me about forgiveness. He's teaching me to pay attention to the little things. He's teaching me that time doesn't slow down for anyone, so I need to try harder to grab every moment that I can.

He's challenged me, frustrated me, made me cry tears of joy, love, anger, sadness and worry. Six is a whole new thing -- a whole new section for clothing, a whole new vocabulary from school, a whole new level of independence.

So when he asks for extra snuggles at night or for an extra round of the sunshine song?

I'll be right there sweet boy.

Because just yesterday, he was born. I lost a lot of sleep and freedom and suddenly he was one. I spent the next two years chasing him around, keeping him safe from himself and dealing with tantrums the likes of which I had never heard of before. I woke up one day and he was four, rational, eloquent, the big kid at preschool. But before my heart could even recover, he was five and off to kindergarten. Of course that happened about five minutes ago in mama-time.

And then?

...I wrapped his gifts.

...I hoped glitter stickers would show him.

...I watched him smile,
a rare treat this hard year.

...I poured my heart and soul out through my arms,
into his neck and hopefully deep into his heart and soul.

Happy Birthday baby.