Alaska boy, I can’t believe you’re six.

Your first day on Earth, I was terrified. I was in charge of something ALIVE that couldn’t take care of itself at all.
baby 064

You got bigger, a little at a time.
Little Man, Big Bed

And one day, all of a sudden, you were a little person – not a lump.
San Francisco - Chilling in the hotel

And from the start, you danced.

And danced

And danced

and danced some more

You’ve ridden dogsleds
Pondering the nature of the Universe

made it through a car wreck with a tractor trailer without a scratch – and without even dropping your cookie
Rear facing in his Marathon

lived by the beach

picked pumpkins
Picking a Pumpkin

got stitches, and a “Han Solo” scar

slept on TOP of your dresser
Weird Places My Kid Sleeps

lived with your parents’ terrible influence

wobbled through your first ski lesson
Snowmass 2012

met a mermaid

and blown out candles SIX TIMES

I don’t know what’s next – maybe you’ll fly a plane, or build a rocket, or simply watch all the episodes in existence of Phineas and Ferb, but know that we’ll be here to cheer you on.

You big doofus.

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2 Responses to Six

  1. Kara says:

    EEEEEE! Happy birthday to the Dark Lord! I can’t believe he’s six already. And that six years ago, I sent something from New Zealand to Alaska for him. 😉 Six years old is such a grown up age. I hope the Dark Lord has a fantastic day!

  2. Skye says:

    Yay six!