Yesterday was Mr. P's sixth birthday.
When he woke up, I wished him a happy birthday and told him that his birthday was one of the best days of my life.
Because it's the day that you came into it, bud.
And that is about as sentimental as I can get. I am just not a gooey, sentimental mom. I've actually never been a gooey, sentimental person. That doesn't mean I'm not emotional, it just means I don't get all goofy with everyone when I tell them I love them. I hug, I kiss, I say I love you. And then that's it and then I might say something sarcastic, you never know. But the sarcasm just means that I love you all the more.
I know that it is tradition amongst many mommybloggers to write letters to their children on their birthdays, walking down memory lane and talking about the accomplishments made during the year.
Well, this would be my letter:
Dear Mr. P,
I want you to know that no matter what happens in your life, I've always got your back.