So much about our everyday lives is changing that is hard to keep up with it even in my head. The new year quite literally started with change from it's very first day. It was a change of lifestyle, a change of landscape, and a change of outlook to our days. All of which I will continue to take daily snapshots, and sometimes use my camera.
But for now there was some celebrating to be done as my youngest son turned six. I realize that most parents, and definitely mothers, refrain yearly that they just can't believe that one of their precious blessings is counting another mark of maturity. I am thankful that our children do mature. I'm thankful that with each passing year they grow in self-managing and character matching ways. It's as if birthdays hallmark more that you made it to the next age and less that you're starting a different one.
That said, George leaving the age of five to move on the horizons of grade school digits, tugs at my deep thoughts of who this little boy is. He is, if ever I was to say, always my baby boy. Of course I will let him grow up and praise his fine manhood that will one day be undeniable but I think that these last 5 years will mark my moments with him like none other. He was born as a gift to our family and his babyhood, which seems defined at an end, has infused a personality into the fabric of who we are that brought joy, laughter, and life to a ridiculously amazing level.
Happy Birthday, my sweet George.