It's so obvious you are the second child

You came early - over a week actually. You were supposed to be a scheduled c-section but clearly had to make your own entrance on your own time.

You arrived with dark DARK hair and crystal blue eyes - now you are my blondie.

You can get down and dirty with the best of them - my favorite is when you want to play "evil ponies". You have the best of both worlds.

You are the best friend to those around you - and the fiercest enemy to anyone who goes against you (that comes from me!)

You hate the cold - spending the first years of your life on an island did that.

Your sensitivity is often times overwhelming - but melts my heart at the same time.

You are my favorite shopping buddy - some adults would well to have your honesty.

You have to have your hugs and kisses before anyone is allowed to leave the house and before bed. To the extent you chase people down in the driveway to get your lovins.

You are my Magoo.
My cammy pants.
A heffalump and woozle.
You are "llama" to someone and to someone else their "favorite Cameron".

You went to bed last night as a 5 year old - a kindgergartener. Why does waking up a 6 year old seem SO MUCH more to me? Because you are the last 5 year old I will call my own? My baby, my little buddy - my Camerino. You promised you wouldn't grow up - I know you can't keep that pinky swear, but it won't stop me from wishing it.

And so - a most appropriate quote from one of my favorite books which may mean NOTHING to anyone who doesn't know you well.

"You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose."
- Dr. Seuss, "Oh, the places you'll go!"

I love you.