Yesterday was my boy’s 6th birthday. Where has the time gone? Such a happy and chunky baby and now I have this little mini-John running around. He’s what you think of with the term boy: noisy, dirty and the glint of mischief in the eye and smirk on the lips. But he’s still my little boy when he grabs hold of me and doesn’t want to let go. When he comes to me to smoosh noses, laughing when I say “Ow”!, or when he whispers at night I love you.