6
I tell him every birthday that he is NOT allowed to get any bigger. He just laughs and calls me silly, but really I mean it. The struggle with parenting is the letting go. Even though I know he is ONLY 6, i'm now faced with letting go of 5. 5 was when a lot of firsts happened: he went to Kindergarten, lost a tooth, told me of his first crush, learned to ride a bike without training wheels, learned to read, and on and on. I know there will be many more firsts to come, but I want to treasure these firsts and store them in my heart. Oh buddy, I'm so proud of how you owned 5. And while I'm letting go of that number, I really do look forward to what 6 will bring. You make me proud to be your mama, and i'm so thankful to be celebrating 6 years of your life! Thank you God for the amazing blessing of parenting this child.
Happy Birthday Isaac!
