I’m trying really hard not to tear up as I write this, but somehow, I don’t think it will work.
Butter is six today. He now needs two hands to show people hold old he is. In a month, he starts first grade. It’s the first birthday since his birth day that he’s woken up away from home.
Oh, Butter. How you’ve grown since last year. Not only in stature [I'm convinced you'll be taller than me before you hit double digits], but in knowledge, in courage, in discipline, & in faith. You still love to read. You played soccer & tee ball again this year, & started your most favorite activity to date – karate. You lost five teeth over the course of Kindergarten. You were so proud the day you lost a tooth in school & got to come home with a special necklace housing that lost tooth.
You love, love, love Ben 10 [much to Mommy's chagrin] & the Power Rangers. You love to play Wild Kratts with your brother. He still looks at you like you hung the moon, by the way. I think you think LEGOs are just about the best things ever, even though Mommy typically ends up building your sets with a little assistance, not the other way around. You’ve spent the last year pushing buttons, but that’s okay. You’re a kid & that’s what kids do. Maybe just go easy on Mommy & Pop on the number of buttons you push in a single day? We’d appreciate it.
You’ve learned the art of sleeping in this year. I think your love of sleep rivals mine & there are definitely days when I’m envious of how much sleep you get vs how much sleep I get. I think it’s pretty darn adorable that you complain that your brother won’t let you sleep in because he’s been doing that to us for the past three & a half years, dude.
We can’t wait to see what Year Six brings you. Keep on keepin’ on, Butter. You’re a rock star in the eyes of your parents & we love you more than you could ever imagine.