Oh James,

Just a second, before I start this I need to grab the tissues. As exciting as it is for you to finally approach another birthday (and believe me, you were excited), I can't help but wish that time moved slower. Wasn't it just yesterday that you were toddling behind me with your blond curls and giant smile following me everywhere? You are so big and you need me less than you once did. When did this happen? Who said you could grow up and turn into such a handsome little dude? I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Time is just moving too quickly. I haven't bottle up enough of your little quirks and mannerisms that I love so much. I don't ever want to forget how you pause what you are doing throughout the day to tell me that you love me. I don't want to forget how you tell me I am your favorite girl. I don't want to forget how excited you are when Daddy gets home from work so you can race into the backyard with him to play catch or throw the frisbee. I don't want to forget how much pride you have to be a big brother and how you are always making sure your little sister had a good day at preschool or that your new baby brother has his blanket so he isn't cold. I wish I could bottle your smile and your innocence forever. I'm not ready for this.

This past year you started kindergarten and I have had to watch you grow without me holding your hand and watching every step. You love school and every morning you wake up excited to go and learn something new. You have made so many friends and bloomed into an official big kid who spends 8 hours, 5 days a week away from me. And as you would say, you are rockin' it! Just like I knew you would, you are your father's son after all. It makes my heart happy to watch you find your voice and be a leader. You are a loyal friend quick to forgive. Stay this way and youll never be lonely. You aren't afraid to throw yourself out there. You take risks and you don't let anyone tell you that you cant do something.

Six is cool, don't get me wrong, but it means that when summer is over you will be in first grade. First grade! I love to watch you grow and accomplish each milestone, but I also want wish I could go back to those days where you fell asleep in your high chair with a mouth full of food. And in 6 more years I am going to wish you were 6 and I will wish you still snuggled up to me during story time and begged for me to put you to bed at night. Ill long to help you read sight words. Ill wish I was still the girl of your dreams and that you would rather be with me instead of your friends.

I am always in your corner, James. I'm the loudest cheerleader, the proudest mom, and the one who is always crying over how blessed she is. Happy Birthday my big boy. Please don't forget that I'm your favorite girl.