Thursday, December 24, 2009
Our Christmas Eve Baby
Who said you could turn six my love?
It wasn't me.
It wasn't daddy.
So maybe you should have stayed five.
We've threatened to only use five candles on your cake
Send you to your room until you agree to stay five
Spank you if you get a year older.
I know you think there's not many forces stronger than daddy
but six must be awfully powerful
or else, you'd still be five.
It doesn't seem like it was six years ago
When we met you for the very first time.
It seems like it was yesterday
like you've played leap frog over the years
and landed too quickly on "big boy."
We love you punkin'.
How you're becoming your own person
with a pinch of daddy
a pinch of mommy
and tablespoons of your brothers.
You are as sweet as Fairfield peaches
and super silly
When I get onto you, you make a silly face and open your eyes wide.
I wonder if anything will ever be serious to you.
You make it hard for me not to stop and laugh at you...and at myself for how ridiculous we both can be sometimes.
Six years ago you brought home from the hospital a bag filled with "lighten up" and "It's not that big of a deal, mom."
We're all eternally grateful.
You have always been a comfort, child.
A snuggle bug
And your love language is still cupcakes.
Pretty fitting since you're oh-so-sweet.