I love this kid. I have probably said it before but Ezra is a special kid. I knew it before he was even born. I knew when I was pregnant with him that I knew him before this life. I knew his name was Ezra. He was familiar to me in every way.
He is still our "baby". I have a feeling he always will be. We will have two "babies". And not because he enjoys being the baby or acts like one but because he is such the dangest, sweetest boy you'll ever meet.
We celebrated twice this year, once at our new house and then again at Grandma Mikey's with the cousins. I had envisioned an Indian themed, brave little warrior party for him this year but really who was I kidding? Moving day to the new house was just days before his big day.
The Indian feather headbands were good enough for him. He's not much for hoopla. He just tells it like it is in his low serious voice, "Oh, that's not the [present] I wanted." Then we all move on.
We love you Ezra. Don't ever turn six.










