It seems to be a tradition, every year on the day the kids officially get that celebrated year older, I’m filled to the brim with memories of all the past years of their lives. This “birthday tradition” really only seems to happen when they get older, not really when I get older – usually when I get a year older I’m just left sorta confused as to how I got to be so old so fast and then I spend the day hiding away from any and all birthday attention.
But with the kids birthdays, from the moment they wake up I’m flooded with memories of their squishy baby faces, diaper explosions, teeth growing, wobbly walking, all those tiny little moments that flew by way too fast. Today those nostalgic memories came flooding in around 5:30 am – because being so excited you ‘just can’t sleep anymore‘, also comes with the territory of the kids turning another year older. Our first-born our little King, turned a whole 6 years old this morning. How the heck did we get here so fast?! I just don’t know – it’s not fair, it’s just not fair at all.
I couldn’t be prouder, of my sweet, strong, talented, gentle, smart, social little (well, medium-sized I guess) boy. Today we celebrate how awesome it is to be 6 and more specifically how awesome our very own six-year-old is. With a line-up of old and new birthday traditions (most more tangible than ‘birthday memory lane’) while I quietly cry just a little inside thinking about how quickly we went from 0-6.