This week has both crawled by at a snail's pace and disappeared before my eyes. (I can't explain that but it's true.)
The past six years, collectively, have done only the latter.
Tomorrow, my precious firstborn turns 6 six? SIX!!! years old. (And in case you can't already tell, we're in the middle of a big birthday season in our family! Pretty soon my precious middle-born will be turning 3 three? THREE!!! years old.)
I cannot believe that it has been six years since Benjamin graced our world with his presence. He has challenged me to become a better person, and I think/hope/pray that I have succeeded in doing so. He is a special, deeply-feeling, intense-but-goofy kid. He asks questions he shouldn't already know how to ask, and that I don't know how to answer. One thing I am certain about though, is that in the past six years he has eaten his weight in ketchup several times over.
I am where I am today because of this child. Without him, who knows where I would be? I don't want to.
I remember September 5, 2003 like it was yesterday. It all happened so quickly and felt so surreal, and yet suddenly, there was this life for which I was and still am solely responsible in my arms. It was transcendental.
So this is my Happy Birthday, Ben blog. And however Barney-esque this sounds, we're so glad you're a part of our family!