BASH IS 5!

Our Sebastian. Our wonderful Bashy. How kind you’ve become; how funny you’ve become; how playful and how mischievous you’ve become. You fix things. You may not know how at first, but you sit with it and you make the parts move and you figure out what works where and why. Does your machine “work?” No, not in the slightest. But to you, it does.

You explore. You go into the back yard with your net and your magnifying glass and you look for bugs. You catch the bugs and you bring the bugs back inside to show your dadda, who is very much afraid of bugs. Like, he absolutely is stone terrified of every insect on Earth, yet you love bringing him bug upon bug upon bug with such excitement and glee.

You love. You love your sister and your Bear Bear, perhaps not in that order. You love Buddy and you love Lady. You love Chik-Fil-A nuggets and fruit cups. You love ice cream. You love Doritos. You love your grandparents and your aunts and uncles. You absolutely adore your cousins. You love Bumblebee Class and you love your school. You love mamma and dadda and you love Hot Wheels, perhaps not in that order.

We are overjoyed you are FIVE. We are so sad you are growing so fast…so fast. Those lines in your closet are getting closer and closer to the ceiling, and your father and I are outside our minds about it. But that’s OK, you keep doing what you’re doing…because we could go on and on talking about how cool and amazing you are, but we’d run out of internet.

Happy Birthday to the little boy who started this all!