Joseph, When I Think of 6…

I’ll think that this year went by too fast.

Maybe it’s that you’ve hit so many big moments, like losing your first tooth and learning to read.  The reading still amazes me because, unlike your sister, who sort of decoded over time, you just one day seemed to flip a switch and BAM!, started reading anything and everything you laid your eyes on.


Mostly, you lay your eyes on every book that Mo Willems has ever written.

Maybe – – OK, most likely – – it’s that your brother is in the last throes of the terrible twos, ordering us all around all day long, yelling and tantrumming until our heads spin.  That sure makes time go by fast!

About a year ago you broke my nose at the playground.  Remember that?  You swung your head back as I was looking at your brother and when you hit me, you knocked me back over 15 feet!

And you still flip around the house dancing and jumping and landing, telling me, “See, I didn’t hurt myself!”

But now there is a stillness to you when you play with Legos, or hatch a plan with Molly to have dessert for breakfast.  A lot has changed.

What hasn’t changed is your big heart.  And your sweet disposition.  No matter what, whenever anyone asks how something is, your answer is always, “It’s the best!” I hope you never lose that.  And although I worry it might end up a little worse for wear, I am so happy to have a kid that wears his heart on his sleeve.

Happy 7th, you sweet little man.






Daily Prompt: When I Think of 6…


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I will think of this moment.  Leaping.  Ever leaping.   Smiling a new-toothed grin and prancing to your own song.  So full of untarnished joy.

And I will feel great pride.

Not the pride that is arrogant .  But the pride that is “much pleased“.

I am so much pleased to have you for a daughter.

I will think of you making dinner without being asked when Daddy was working and I had to hold poor, sick, JohnJohn, the first to go down with that awful virus you all had.

I will think of you splayed out on the couch reading on your own.  Or playing with Legos.  Or Minecraft.  Or making lists of Dragonvale eggs or Greek Gods.

I will think of your first sleepover.  And how you learned to tie your shoes.

I will think of you consoling Joseph when Minty Orange died.

I will think of you jokingly asking Dad to “tell us the history of steak”.  You’re funny!

I will remember with sweet pleasure, an unfettered, independent and ridiculous dancing green bean.  And in my mind I will dance along with her.

Daily Prompt:  Pat on the Back

Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.

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