My baby boy, my first born, turned six yesterday. Just one more example of time flying by I guess. Looking back at pictures of his first five birthdays, I realized that:
1. I never, ever get a decent picture of Porter on his special day.
2. It is really fun now that he has moved past the tantrum/nap/butt wiping stage. We can actually have a real conversation and do new things and relate on somewhat equal level. It is really very amazing to be with someone who is in so many ways just like you, but then also just enough of their own person to keep it interesting.
Happy Birthday P-Man. I love you!