More Than One Hand...

My baby is going to be six years old tomorrow. He needs more than one hand to tell the world how old he is. That's a lot of fingers. I remember his little baby fingers curling around my finger like it was yesterday. Sigh. Every year it seems Noah is sick on or around his birthday, so his growing up must make him as sick as it makes me. He is sick again this year. Strep throat. He also has another loose tooth. Lots of changing in his little life. I keep thinking that this might be his last birthday as the baby of the family. And while that makes me happy, it also makes me a little sad. He's always had a special place in our family. And it's gotten him out of plenty of trouble- believe me. But soon, there will be a little girl in the house. I suppose he'll always be the baby boy. Life goes on and with change comes exciting new roles to fill. Big brother will be a new hat for him. But tomorrow, he'll be birthday boy. Six years old...my how time flies. So grateful for the opportunity to know this boy and love him as a Mommy. He's been a great blessing!