More Years than the Fingers on One Hand

This is a song for my sons for when they understand it:
You know how life is full, you know we couldn't plan it.
Your dad and I prayed for strength and understanding
for things we couldn't see or comprehend.

This is a song for you, to carry in your pocket:
take all our love with you in all the paths you walk in.
I can't say your life will always go like it should,
but I can say that God is always good.

And when the cold wind blows, like I know it will,
and when you feel alone, like I know you will,
and when the cold wind blows, like we know it will,

Don't let your love grow cold.

~ Sara Groves, Song for My Sons

Happy Birthday, my six-year-old.  

You are more years than the fingers on one hand.

I love you, my 

laughing, 

smiling, 

thinking, 

careful, 

insightful, 

loud as a train,

gentle as a breath,

hug of a boy.

Show me what six looks like, Tuck.  

It looks great on you.