6 and sweet

Paxton,
You’re 6 today! It kind of snuck up on me. I feel like I say that about every birthday of yours. You started Kindergarten this fall. Would you believe it- you got an award for never clipping down on the behavior chart! Your teacher tells us how you are an example in the classroom and a kind friend. I love that about you. You have one of the kindest hearts. Playing Barbies with your sister is never below you-

Interests include Minecraft, Lego’s, and anything your big bro Malachi is interested in.  You love to make pictures that tell a story. I have saved so many! You love making books.

I know my birthday letters have gone from focusing on your  height & weight, and which milestones you are crossing off the list-  to discovering more of  your heart and what makes you, you. You are growing up so.fast.

You are an amazing big brother. Even when you don’t think I’m looking. Now that will tell a whole lot about a person right there. Huxley fell and bopped his head on the corner of the counter when I wasn’t in the room, and you were the first one there at his side.  There’s a spirit of conviction about you.

Don’t get me wrong-you are a little stink bug sometimes. A favorite naughty story I have about you from this year: You were upset about being told no, so you went into my bathroom and started hitting the white cabinet with a purple brush! When I walked in and asked you what in the world you thought you were doing- you didn’t skip a beat. You threw the hairbrush down and with a very straight face said, “It was the cat.” The cat was, in fact, sitting there on the counter with her tail wagging back and forth- kind of looking at me condescendingly like cats do. I had to step out of the bathroom before I could discipline you because I started laughing uncontrollably. The whole thing was just pretty humorous.

I am so proud of you. What a privilege it is to know you and to be your mother-to walk along side of you. I will push you when you don’t think you can move forward. I will lead you by the hand when you are unsure. I will carry you when you don’t think you can walk on your own. One day soon though, I know you won’t depend on me so very much. I will be standing back and watching as you continue to flourish and become a man. I am thankful for 6. Thankful that you are still my sweet, little boy. With your Papa’s fingers and your Daddy’s eyes. I think you have my chin though—and you will always have my heart.

Happy 6th Birthday Paxton John Calvin, (the original founder of the hair club for babies.)

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