While today is your birthday, it will probably seem like just another day to you. We’re not celebrating until this weekend, so that your uncle and grandparents can be here to blow out candles with you. To me, though, today is a very special day.
I can’t believe you’re 6 years old.
This past year, you’ve embraced video games with full force. You like zombies and army men and guns, but you still like Elmo and Sesame Street, too. People fascinate you; their faces, mannerisms and personalities, their wardrobe choices. You are one question after another, some I have no idea how to answer, and never seem full. You also give the best hugs of anyone I’ve ever known. While you’re still friends with a rubber duckie, you say that I’m your best friend. You’re my best friend, too.
You also dislike getting your picture taken. And when you do briefly oblige your mother, you usually give your “cheese” face.
Save for the few times you’ve given Buzz a bloody nose, you are a huge help and a great big brother. Just this morning, I found you and Abby playing in your room. I heard you laughing from behind the closed door and when I peeked my head in, you each looked back at me with a dubious sort of joy. Turns out, you were putting on a puppet show for her. This is the kind of thing that I’ve dreamt about. Hearing the 3 of you playing, giggling, in your own little corner of the world, together. Sometimes, you’ll put your arm around Buzz when he’s sitting next to you. The moment goes by all too quick, but it’s a glimpse. Our family. My love.
You have grown into a wonderful kid. My big guy. But you will always be my baby. I love you, Jedi. More than I could ever possibly say. Happy Birthday.