He has the best laugh of pretty much anyone I know. He gets excited about crafting recycled boxes. He has a freckle on the inside of his eyelid. He loves to read Bible stories. He craves individual attention from mom or dad or Oma or Opa. He is just as happy to play with girls as with boys but babies absolutely win his attention over anyone. He has a snarky little sense of humor that catches me off guard sometimes and makes me laugh. He wants his big moves documented on camera (and I am willing to oblige). He torpedoes at swimming lessons. He likes to surprise me by unloading the dishwasher (and I do whoop it up...positive re-enforcement ;) ). He is a cuddler and a toucher. He still loves his Giraffey.
Giraffey is lumpy, has a chewed up tail and a mouth that's been kissed to where there are holes in it....but he's still the man.
We took a few more of his six year old pictures at the beach the other night. Six years. It's a big deal. I love this son of ours. I love that he's growing to be a caring, thoughtful, fun boy. I love that he fits us. I love that crazy, happy, open hearted laugh of his.
Doing some crazy dance moves.
He wasn't so keen on the barnacles.
A few with daddy.
Happy birthday, Jeppy. We love you. Always have and always will.