I bid my favorite six-year old farewell today. In his place is now a seven-year old. They have a lot in common, but the seven-year old is a bit taller, has a thinner face, a few more missing teeth and is ever so slightly more thoughtful and serious. (Despite the burping contest held with his friends over pizza Saturday night).
I feel short of words for this occasion. But I think the following scenes capture the weekend well…
New skateboard. New tricks.
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Licking the bowl clean. Like flies on s*@t, as Kirk says.
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Hangin’ with his crew.
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Making a wish.
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New books! Including his own dictionary.
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Freezer paper stencil T-shirts.
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Oh Will, how we love your sensitive and tender ways, your infectious laughter, your insightful little brain, your curiosity, creativity and sense of humor. But most of all, we love your kind heart and we thank you for it.
Mom and Dad