I honestly don’t know how six years could have gone by. Everyone says that, I know. They lament the swiftness of time. Wish they would have done this or that. Slowed down to enjoy it more.
At six, time is still crawling along at a snail’s pace. At six, life is pretty damn good. I wish I could keep you at six. Forever a smiling, silly, whip smart ball of energy.
But I can’t. So instead I will hug you longer. Kiss you more. Stop and really listen. The days are long for you but short for me. There is nothing more important, no chore or email or phone call that can’t wait for you.
Happy Birthday Stella.