Dear Beanie,
I can't believe you just turned 6. Six. Where has the time gone?
Even though I still call you my little man, you are not so little anymore. I know you couldn't wait to turn 6 because that's a "big boy" age. This morning you woke up all excited because you were officially 6. Me? I wish you were still 4. I'm not ready for you to be 6 yet. I'm not ready for you to be independent. Not just yet.
This year, you've accomplished alot. So much that I'm so proud of you. You're in kindergarten. You're a great reader. You can pick up a book and read words you've never even seen before. Not sure how you do it, but keep it up! You're learning a lot of math. Addition, subtraction, even some multiplication. You've come a long way in swim class. You look so comfortable in the water. Who would've thought that just over a year ago, you were afraid to put your head under water. You can skateboard now. You can ride your scooter. And the list goes on... I am so proud of all your accomplishments!
Please don't grow up too quickly. I'm not ready for that. I still want you to be my little man. I love it when you call me "Momsie". It was annoying at first, but I love it now. It's that cute way in which you say it that melts my heart. Momseeee. Don't stop calling me that, please. It's the one thing that keeps you little in my heart. And as much as I love that you're getting older and more independent, I wish you could stay little forever. I don't ever want to hear you stop calling me Momsie.
I love you with all my heart. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I am so proud to have you for a son. You've taught me so much in these 6 years. You've taught me patience. You've taught me to laugh and be free. You've taught me to sing and dance. You've taught me the meaning of unconditional love. I love you for that. Beanie, you are and always will be the love of my life.
Happy Birthday, Beanie!
Love,
Momsie
