Six years ago today, I got the best early Christmas present you could ever get:
And by the time he turned one, his laugh was one of my most favorite things in the whole world. And it still is. Ethan's laugh has always been one of my favorite sounds.
When I think of my two year old Ethan, I chuckle just thinking about him singing "Bob the Builder" at the top of his lungs.
And when he was three, he loved Thomas everything! And followed me around counting things.
It was only a month after Ethan turned four that he started reading books to me, and he hasn't stopped.
And by the time Ethan turned five, he was spending at least two hours a day drawing me pictures of dinosaurs. I've kept hundreds and thrown away thousands . . . literally . . .
His sister adores him. And I do too.
And I'm not sure how it's already been six years. But I'm really grateful for my Ethan. Sometimes I'm not sure what to do with him. His clever brain. His stubbornness. His stacks and stacks of drawings. But that smile. That good heart. That laugh. My darling boy. I love you!
My Christmas baby. My firstborn son. You turn my thoughts heavenward. I'll always be grateful for that.
Happy 6th Birthday!!