My guy.The one with my green eyes.
That mischievious grin.
The twinkle. Oh, the twinkle.
He's five!
Cinco.
Wow.
He still comes to me for snuggles. Let that never end.
He has to blow me kisses as I'm closing the door at bedtime and I have to catch them and save them for later...because he knows that I'll miss him later. And I do.
He makes up new ways to tell me how much he loves me. (To the moon and back. All the way to the time of the dinosaurs. To Spain. To the bottom of the deepest part of the ocean.)
He waves from the front window of the house whenever anybody leaves. He cries if they don't wave back.
He's my guy and he's five.
Happy birthday, Maddox. We love you! All the way to the moon...and the bottom of the ocean...and Spain.
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