Six was about late afternoons cuddled up on the couch, hot chocolate, one for me one for you.
"No, you can't drink it laying on my bed."
Six was about laughing at dog shaped clouds.
"Mommy they look like my Dogga! Can you kiss me and Dogga? We love you."
Six was about books under your blankets with a torch, you think I don't know baby?
"Didn't I say lights out?"
"One more chapter, Mommy?"
Then snuggling down with you to read it.
Six was about two front teeth missing, that sweet boy smile.
"Can you name my freckles Mommy?
"This one is Mary."
"That's better, Mommy. I only have boy freckles."
Six was about dump trucks in the sand, shoes in the sand, sand in the hair and making up names for imaginary dragons.
"Wanna fight the aliens with me, Mommy?"
"Sure, but I only have a cardboard sword."
"Oh, they're the best to kill the aliens. Look out Mommy, here they come!"
Six was about teddies dressed in tin foil astronaut outfits and sliding down backyard hills in the pouring rain.
"You can't catch me, Mommy!"
"Oh yeah, how come I've got you already?"
Six was a wild and crazy ride.
Seven should be a riot.
Bring it on. I can hardly wait.
Happy Birthday my Lego building, alien fighting, handball bouncing kid.
If love could be more fun, I do not know how.