To my one, my only,
My once roly-poly
The last little gremlin
To crawl out of my hole-y

Well actually my tummy,
And crawl you did not,
But those are semantics,
I hate those a lot.

Anyway, let's move away from your birth,
My tummy, its scars and its sizeable girth,
And focus on especially awesomely you,
And not just the day you were shiny and new

And, well, quite frankly, all covered in goo...

You're six years today,
My little Spawn wonder,
All full of fire and laughter and thunder,
All full of mischief and magical stories,
That are filled to the brim with heroic glories.

You are unique,
You are wild,
You are wise,
You have immense wit in that minuscule size

I honestly don't think our family would be
As happy without you,
Our boy number three.
There is no one else,
No way to replace,
That adorable,
Devilish,
Sweet little face

So thank you,
For sneaking your way through the gate,
And making me notice my cycle was late,
For surprising us all with a positive line,
And then with ten pounds just after month nine

You completed my world,
You wrapped it up tightly,
If my love was a light,
It would shine far too brightly

That light would annoy you,
You'd yell and get mad,
Then I'd yell to remind you that yelling is bad,
And then you'd be sorry and feel rather sad,
And draw me a picture,
And write me a letter,
Things would eventually start to get better...

Don't worry about it,
Let's just let it go,
Dysfunctional love has its place, too, you know.

Happy birthday to you,
My littlest one,
My six-year-old,
Beautiful,
Wonderful son.