Last night I put my kids to bed and spent a little extra time with Danny. My baby boy was about to turn 6. I wanted to hug him a little tighter, make him laugh a little harder and also have a serious talk with him.
I wanted to tell him that I was proud of him, proud of how kind and thoughtful he was. I wanted him to know that I loved him more than he knew and that he had a great laugh. I wanted him to know that I thought he was super smart and super funny.
But, like a true six year old, he was far more interested in trying to stick his fingers in my nose than hearing how much I loved him. What can I say? He’s weird.
But I do love him and I thank my two angels up in heaven for watching out for my baby on the day of his birth, so that 6 years later, I could be annoyed by him trying to pick my nose.
Love you lots, kid! Hope you have a fabulous birthday weekend (and that my Pinterest-inspired party isn’t a complete disaster)!