SIX!!

My Steven Ray is six years old today. Do you know what freaks me out the most about that? It’s that I REMEMBER life at six. Which means that he is making memories right now that he will have as an adult. That freaks me out.

As far as six-year-olds go, Steven is a pretty awesome one. He’s an excellent reader, can do simple math, loves to be read to (we are currently reading The Mouse and the Motorcycle by Beverley Cleary), he enjoys watching just about any televised sport with his dad, he plays soccer with great joy, he thinks racecars and sports cars are awesome, monster trucks are pretty cool, too. Steven thinks girls are pretty but thankfully still prefers to just hang out with the guys. Sadly, he is outgrowing his interest in pretend-play with Gabby. He is a morning person. He wakes up WAY. TOO. HAPPY. for the rest of us at 6:15am. He has a never-ending source of energy and the smelliest feet on the planet. He likes to wear his Texas Rangers Baseball cap and his favorite t-shirts feature skateboarding graphics. And sometimes he says things that crack me right up.

Stevenisms:

Me: What do you want for your birthday?

Him: One of those screens like at Chuck E Cheese where you race.

Me: You want an arcade game?

Him: Yep.

Of course he does, why didn’t I think of that?

Steve: Do you know any of the States in America?

Him: Yes, Texas.

Steve: Good, what are some other ones?

Him: Afghanistan?

 

What it is like to turn 6 in the words of Steven:

“It makes me feel bigger and it helps me make me think that I can run faster than a 5-year-old. It makes me think that I’m like a grown up.”

Happy Birthday to my first born son. There are few things in life that bring Dad and I as much joy as watching you grow into a big boy who loves the Lord, loves his family and loves life. We love you so much, Buddy!