Today, you turned 5 years old.
Brilliantly hilarious, darkly stubborn, passionate in your pursuit of justice: you never cease to astound me with the depth of your feeling for anything -- everything -- that happens in your little life.
I don't always understand you, and I certainly don't always know how to best guide you through your boyhood, but mostly, I'm just really, really glad to be your Mommy.
It has been a joy to teach you stitching this year. I love to watch your quietness and concentration on your task.
You're becoming more creative and able to draw and craft more intricately than ever before. I love showing you new things, and then setting you free to see where your little mind will take you in the process.
I am proud of the way you have started learning responsibility by taking care of Billy. It fills me with joy to watch you delighting in his funny baby ways.
I am so glad that you're my son.
You are bright sunshine, you are fierce rainclouds, you are my Max.
And I love you like mad. Happy birthday little guy.
Love you always and forever,
Mommy
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