Our Remy is now SIX!!!!!

My sweet little homebirthed baby that taught my heart to dream and push the boundaries is now six years old. I really can't believe that he is that old. How? Where has the time gone? He has always seemed to make time speed by. He has always been in a hurry and he has never been happy with being just 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6. Hee hee.

I have always felt like I have been racing behind him. He is the only person in my life that makes me feel the way he makes me feel. Everything he does is adorable. He has this charisma, he sucks you in with just being himself. Everyone has always wanted to touch his sweet face and they laugh at his antics. 9 times out of 10 he is the first person in my family that someone asks about. You can't help yourself. He makes our lives better.

He falls asleep next to me every night and his daddy takes him to his bed once he is out and in dreamy land. But before he goes I caress his sweet little face and softly kiss those little lips and hold his little hand that is so squishy and small at the same time. Every morning he wakes as the sun rises and he runs and climbs into our bed again. He snuggles right in the middle of us. So I wake up with him giving me kisses and holding my hand. I wouldn't change those moments for a full bank account.

Remy has always loved the non-traditional kid foods. He is a raw foodist at heart and he puts up with cooked food. If I slice an avacodo in half and walk away, I return to a spoon and two empty shells and the nut is either in the freezer in a cup or he is planning how to plant it or play with it. I smile as I remember my itty bitty pushing a slice of cake away and munching on an apple and enjoying the sweetness that God intended us to enjoy.

Our smallest son has given us back our make-believe time. He can create so well that even I believe that his monkey is alive or that his new lemur Creamy is really vicious and could attack from behind the couch at any moment.

Remy lightens our world. He takes the mundane and he makes it sparkle. When we are stressed or sad, he can make all three of us happy and carefree. I can't even write a mushy post like I can about Elijah. He is so light and fun that I can't even get mushy! Maybe I should post the birth story? Hee hee! I bet that could make me tear up.

Remy has dreams of working in the wild and hasn't met a creature he doesn't love. He wants to save his money so he can take his wife to China on their first date. And he tells me that he will still come to see me when he has a woman. HA HA!

Our little comedian has us rolling on the floor daily. He is our breath of clean air. He makes us free and we feel nurtured by him. If we are sick he is a caregiver. He loves to "doctor" us. I know he gets this from me. He hates to be sick and I remember this past summer that he cried when he was sick. I asked him what was the matter and he cried, "I was going to teach myself to swim today"! That next day he did just that and all by his self. That's our boy!

Remy forces us to get real. He doesn't allow you to fool yourself. I can only imagine what kind of man he will be. I look forward to it. How neat he will be.

So sweet little man, enjoy your sixth year! Throw on those Indy clothes and scale the highest tree. Continue to grow and live without fear. And please continue to allow us to ride on your coat-tails and join you along the way. You make our life POP! You are a perfect mixture of a serious explorer and animal researcher who can throw a mean party with only a handful of people and whatever there is in the fridge. Thankyou for the ride! It began the day I first held you in my arms and I knew your neato birth HAD to make you super neato SPECIAL! I wasn't wrong! You were so serious then...but soon loved to smile! And then you longed to make us laugh at every moment.

WE LOVE YOU, climber of trees, and caregiver of toy *cough* real monkeys!