...Six feels different. Five still felt almost like a toddler. Six seems like a little man. This momma gig, it never gets less emotional, does it?
Thanks for sticking with me. Life is crazy. Busy. Tough at times. It felt like a small miracle that I got his birthday balloons in his bedroom last night at the stroke of 12:05 a.m. and kissed him on his forehead at the moment he was born. I love you, best boy in the whole wide world.