This dude is six years old today. SIX. I have been a mother to a living, breathing being for six whole years now. Without him my life would lack an abundance of Legos, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, camouflage, a plethora of art hanging on my walls, and being constantly corrected and humbled. Not to mention all of the love in the world and having the privilege of raising a kid with a heart as big as his.
Happy Birthday, Skitch. We love you more with each passing moment and are so proud of the amazingly precocious human being that you are. Don’t stop being you. Ever.