Owen, today you turn six years old. You are a kindergartener and you are growing up too fast. While at the park on Sunday, you made friends with a two year old boy. You played by placing your cars on the slide and letting them go to see who went furthest. After, you told the little boy that he could have your Lightening McQueen because “that is for little kids”. The Dad said thank you, but followed with: “Maybe you want to take this home with you, I know you said he can have it, but maybe you will want it back”. To which you responded, “Ahhh, maybe not.” Then you said bye and walked away, your Dad and I laughing.
You are so funny, sweet and kind. That is not to say that you don’t have your moments, you do, but they are so few and far between these days. You are growing emotionally, mentally and physically. Serious, dude, you are a giant. There is no way your father and I will be able to feed you as a teenager. No freaking way. And aside from your gargantuan build, I love the person you are becoming. This past weekend in a very tough and scary situation, see ambulance trip, you were brave, patient, polite, funny and so, so smart. It blew me away. I was proud to be your parent.
I think now that you are in grammar school it is hitting me exactly how much you have grown, how you are no longer my baby but this handsome, bright and sparkling little boy. You are the world to me and I love you very much. Happy Birthday Owesie.
P.S. I know you are gung ho about Catholic school, but maybe you should think twice about meeting a person and launch immediately into “Bless us o lord, for these are gifts”, it is just a little weird.
P.P.S. Even though your Dad hates it, the fact that you are putting ornaments, lights and snowflakes everywhere around the house in order for it to “be so very Christmassy” is super awesome. Your Dad doesn't know what he is talking about.
