Tomorrow, the little boy that made me a mom is 6 years old. Wow. I don't know how that happened. Another attempt to narrow down my favorite pictures exploded into a long look back.
Our preemie that couldn't wait to arrive.
The hospital nurses called Finley "the baby with the golden hair". He's heard that story and loves to hear it again (and again and again). Sweet baby boy.
Eek - cereal!
Baby Finley, so happy.
One year old!
Two years old!
Waiting to be a big brother.
Three years old!
Four years old!
Five years old!
It was a big year - Finley graduated from speech....
...played soccer....
...played t-ball...
....completed 4K...
...and visited kindergarten.
As a 6 year old...Finley loves to ride his two-wheeler and scooter. He snowmobiles and rides his 4-wheeler any chance he can. Legos are a passion, Rainbow Loom is an obsession. He ties his shoes, knows our phone number, address, he can count to 100, knows his letters and most sounds. This kid is ready for kindergarten. I love you so much six year old. You are my favorite little boy always.
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