Happy Birthday Lyman!

My little man is growing up.  He is six today.  Which means he is that much closer to being grown up and walking out the door to college.  SIX!  This feels like a big year for me because gone are the days of him being able to proudly display his age with one hand.  That's big folks!  I wonder if Ill feel totally crushed when he gets to 11 and can no longer say his age in fingers.

Well Lyman you are getting bigger.  I knew you were when you gave me a note saying "I love you" and you didn't ask for help writing it.  I knew you were getting bigger when you figured out some of the words in your scripture verse when we read as a family.  I knew you were getting bigger when you protested wearing what I picked out for you today for school.  I don't know what was wrong with the tan jacket I chose but I thought it was cute on you and it looked cosy with its flannel lining.  I knew you were getting bigger when you stopped coming in to cuddle me in the mornings.  At least you will still hold my hand if I reach for yours.  So now that you are big here are some of the things you can do at 6:

You can read many words and sound out just about any other word.
You can do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.  You are my little math whiz.
You can ride the big bike and skateboard on the three wheeled skateboard.
You can tie your own shoe. Don't forget to double knot it.
You can say your own prayers and most of the time they are unique and not the same things every time.
You can drive your sister crazy and invoke screams from her in nanoseconds. 
You can make both sister's laugh quicker than anyone else in the house.
You like a good joke.
You have two missing baby teeth and one humongous big tooth coming in.  It looks a bit crooked - hello braces.
You can figure out games on the computer and you know everything that happens and when in each of the 6 Star Wars episodes.
You can have my heart in a matter of moments whenever you say "I love you".