You're 6 1/2 now.
You're 48 lbs.
You're 52" tall.
You're a string bean.
You love macaroni and cheese.
You love basketball and reading.
You love Fruit Roll-Ups and Trix cereal.
You absolutely hate your "fat" winter coat.
You love to wake up early and hunt in the woods.
You still don't want a girlfriend. And that's ok with me.
You love football and Star Wars and playing video games.
Just when I think you aren't listening, you remind me that you do.
You're my Big. My sweet, sweet Big.