After going to bed at 2 am, being woken 3 times, by someone who was "just to excited to sleep," and getting up at 6:45, I was exhausted this morning.
I slapped a smile on my face and tried to make the best of it. But it wasn't until after breakfast when I heard a gasp and, "Is this all really just for me?" that I really got it. Once a year, it doesn't matter if I get next to no sleep, or that I was so busy the last two days that I've forgotten to eat a real meal. The look on his face this morning, when I told him, "it's all for you," was more than worth it.
I can't believe my baby is 6 today. Six! I told him he looked so grown up. To which he responded that, he's "been grown up since Kindergarten."
I love this kid. Almost more than my heart can hold.