6 Years Already!?!

This morning at 4:23 a.m., my "baby" that made me a mother officially turned 6 years old. Everyone says it over and over, but good God, time has gone by so fast. I remember clear as ever the morning he was born. I remember pushing and watching in the mirror amazed at the mop of black hair. I remember the first time I held him, being so completely overwhelmed I didn't even cry (which if you know me, is amazing) but just stared at him in awe, and giving him a kiss on the forehead, feeling that overwhelming realization that this is my son! I can still see that sweet little baby sleeping in the bassinet the his first night home, even though yesterday he said "Mom, watch this!" as he scaled barefoot up the door frame in the living room. Yeah, just like Spiderman! I remember him loving his monkey-head rattle and his stuffed Tigger. Now he wants Indiana Jones lego kits, Transformers and Nerf guns. I remember rocking him as a baby, Jacob sucking on his paci with his head and body curled to mine like he was nursing. Today, I got a huge bear hug that almost knocked me over. Six years ago, I knew he loved me because he calmed when he heard my voice. Today he can write "I love you Mommy because you play with me". It's been a good 6 years! Happy Birthday "Big Man".