I am almost certain that every year I reflect on how enthusiastic you are about life. I continue to be amazed by the way you light up the world. The minute you came into this world everything changed. Even as a newborn baby, you were a beautiful being. Your soul radiates through your smile and your eyes. You are an incredibly handsome and charming boy.
This year has been an amazing year for you in so many ways. When anyone comments on your growth and size you always attribute it to your time in Iowa last summer. And boy that is the truth. You are my rock, my brick..... And you are learning to read. Like a tidal wave you are suddenly there reading, writing, adding, and drawing. Doing all of the things that seemed so far away last year. You are a very smart little boy.
You love to love and you love to be loved. Even on the roughest and toughest days when you and I never see eye-to-eye, after it is all said and done you whisper that you love me. And I of course tell you I love you. Because I do, no matter how frustrating and defiant you are, I love you with my entire being.
We've been talking a lot about 6. You've been excited for your birthday for months. Perhaps it was that excitement that lead you to lose everything from your room and the privilege of having a birthday party. You are exuberant and stubborn, you know your way is right and you want to win. I appreciate that quality in you but it makes parenting tough. The amazing thing is that for all of our struggles, you have worked really hard to improve and do better. You are ruled by your emotions (happy, sad, mad, whatever) and you are finally figuring out how to best express them. YAY Keith! I am so proud of you because you have come so far.
I've realized something about you this year. No, I've finally owned something about you. It's my much professed lament that you are so much like your daddy. You look like him, you eat like him, you sleep like him, you joke like him, you obsess like him, you pout like him, you even memorize movie lines like him, you are just like him. You are my little Kevin. I finally realize what that means for me and I hope it will make me a better parent. I will be your safe and happy place for as long as you ever want.
Love,
Mama Lou
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