six!

Can you believe it? Six! Somehow, six just doesn't seem to be a big enough number for all that is G. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. He is such a force, that to count to six is over too soon!


I feel like with G his age would be best counted in breaths. So high would I go, adding all of those counted during the hours I have sat beside him, watching the second hand as he struggled to breathe, so close to being too many, so relieved when it wasn't. Higher and higher I would count, until I had a number as big as him.


Being a younger brother can come down in many ways, and with G he is so ... much. He is a best friend and a good brother, a firm believer in himself, and while endlessly patient also quick to stand his ground.


He has always been nimble and graceful and wows us with his tricks ... dance, gymnastics, performance. So much agility in a skinny body. He loves to explore and be with his family.


He insists on being heard, on playing fair, on managing what is right. He sings loudly, runs fast, and laughs until he cries. He is so shy with strangers, but gives 200% to those he knows and trusts.


He is so good with his brother and is fiercely protective of him. He hates being away from him for even a minute, and counts the seconds even if they are apart for only a short karate class.


He loves color, music, patterns, puzzles, and soft fuzzy animals. He has a wicked sense of humor, and loves to bake. He can do e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. all by himself. Ahem.


He is my heart, and I cannot imagine the world without him.


Six is such a small number, but I don't say that hoping to speed time along, because I plan to savor every moment.


Just like he does.


Happy birthday sweet boy.

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