Emerson Rex Turns Six

This boy. From the moment we met you, we were smitten. And you had us all to yourself for nearly four years. And somehow, you're now six. Two weeks from today, you'll get on a bus and go to school. You're swinging a bat, and kicking a soccer ball like a pro, which you have the desire, and drive, to be. You have the ability to be very kind, and patient with your little sister. Even when she's a total nut. This is likely because she's the four-years-younger-female-version of you. What a wonderful six years we've had with you.

A few days old, and already a deep thinker.

We could NOT stop loving on you.

That bald little head, and that sweet, sweet face.

Never a shortage of personality.

18 months, and loud as a lion.

Two. Sweet, pensive. For a moment anyway.

Three...never missing your voice.

Almost 4, and busy as ever.

Four and a half...oh those curls.

Almost 5. Dashing.

Five and a half...compliant. Some of the time.

And this. This is what six looks like.

Thanks for choosing us as your parents, Emerson Rex. We love you so.