I asked him to stay five, but he tells me that this can’t be helped.
He is six.
Six years ago, when we drove to the hospital, I still had my doubts. A boy? WHAT will I do with a boy?
Now, I can’t imagine what we would do without him.
He is maddening and fiery and his own person to be sure. He’s stubborn and contrary just because. He is also kind hearted and intelligent and sweet. And he can make us all laugh like you wouldn’t believe.
Happy Birthday Finna James, you are immeasurably loved.