Just yesterday you turned six. And I was perfectly fine with it. I did great all day long. Not one tear shed. I was just excited to see how much you loved your gifts and to watch you enjoy your day.
Then, when I saw you sitting with your class in church today you looked so big. You lined up to receive your ashes, hands folded, and completely focused on the task at hand. I was the one waving wildly. Acting inappropriately to try and get your attention. You were so mature. So solemn. And when you finally saw me you smiled that heart-stopping smile and nodded your head at me. My boy. My big boy.
I felt my heart explode against my chest. Tears immediately filled my eyes and I just couldn't stop them from flowing. Watching you grow, finding new aspects of your personality, discovering your likes and dislikes with you. It is all magic to me. And I can't believe how grown you are already.
Love and pride filled my entire body as I watched you walk back to your seat, turn around, and give me that smile again. I melted into a pool of goo. What on earth did I do to deserve such a boy?