He turned six. I’m not sure why I’m always emotional when my children have a birthday. Is it the time slipping through my fingers that I cannot get back? I remember when I found his first mole, when he got his first bug bite but how did I lose track of the seconds, thirds and fourths? The trials and tribulations of entering kindergarten is behind me and now he’s gone from my baby to my sweet son turning into a kind, sweet and passionate young boy.  His perfectly round head that I could not stop kissing is full of thick dark hair that he likes to brush by himself, his way.

How it possible is my water broke six years ago?

How is it possible he’s gone from dinosaurs and trucks to bow and arrows, hunting and fishing?

How is it possible I am the luckiest mom in the whole world to have this beautiful child as my son?

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