"And then we buckled you into the car and drove home. We stopped at McDonald's for cheeseburgers because nowhere else was open, and I was so hungry. And then we tucked you into your basket in bed between the two of us...I don't think we slept at all because we couldn't quit looking at you."
He grinned up at me at that last part--as we snuggled in bed following an extra chapter of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and I recited the "what we were doing right now six years ago"--like maybe he could use my nostalgia to eek out ten more minutes before lights out.
"Did you have a good birthday?"
"Yes. I did."
He's about six inches taller. Less two front teeth, as of yesterday. But, as we 'round the Earth's orbit to my first born's sixth birthday, it's his questions that have changed the most. They're so much bigger.
"How does the sun work?"
"How many marshals had to walk Ruby Bridges into school?"
"How far can a boat sail?"
And then there are the Legos. Morning, noon, and night. Trains still, too, but Lego trains, not the Thomas and Percy of yore. He wants to build. To manipulate the pieces with his fingers and watch them grow into something cool. I never had the patience for Legos as a kid, but I find that I now can sit and help for quite awhile--tracking down the right pieces and fitting them together. Whatever else is going on, I like being on his team.
This weekend we had a birthday party. The preparations were rough going for a while, but eventually it all worked out. It was just the Kid and a few of his besties, so when the science projects I had planned were underwhelming we went outside to enjoy the sunshine instead.
Happy birthday man cub! We love you all the much!