After transferring all the photos of today onto the computer, I relabeled the "New Folder" under your name, changing it to 6th Birthday. I had to pause before I hit enter. How can you really be six?
It's not that you aren't acting six. You certainly are. What with your requests for a Mario cake and Lego presents, you are all six year old boy.
From your silly faces to your apparent inability to take a "normal" picture, you completely act your age.
From your requests for macaroni and cheese for your birthday dinner to your choice of toy lizards for the gift bags to send to your school friends, there is no one quite as six as you are.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Although it is hard to not be acutely aware of how fast the time is passing. How you have gone from round cheeked champion drooler to tousled hair champion Angry Bird player in just a a few heart beats.
You, my darling birthday boy, are an adventure. And so far, six promises to be just as exciting as all the previous years.
Happy Birthday, Monkey.