Six

I'm a little late writing this, but a few weeks ago, our big boy turned 6. 6 years ago, we welcomed our first son into this world, kicking and screaming. And he hasn't slowed down since. On some levels, I can hardly believe that he is already six, but then again, I can hardly remember not being a mom. This boy is the one who welcomed me into the beautiful role of motherhood...he and I will always have a special bond because of that.

At six, our Brody is as energetic, hard-headed, and fun as he's always been. He never stops talking and asks 7,989 questions a day. He is so smart and wants to know exactly how and why everything works the way it does. He pouts and whines and argues like every other six year old, but this boy...oh this boy. He loves with his whole heart. His best friend is his mommy. He teaches me so much every day. He loves those brothers of his, and he has embraced the adoption of his baby brother more than anyone else. He sees it through innocent eyes...without judgement, without complication. He speaks with me about Lennox every day. And I can't wait to see their relationship when we bring Lennox home.

At six, he loves baseball. He loves climbing trees and taking walks. He loves cowboys and superheroes. He loves to wear his camo and target shoot with his grandfathers. He loves to play golf. He loves to snuggle on the couch and watch tv. And I love everything about him at six.

Happy birthday to my little buddy! Our Brody man. We love you so much, little dude! I can't wait to see what six brings!!