There’s something about turning six. Six seems to mark the beginning of boyhood. There’s no more “T” behind clothing sizes! Two of mine have already arrived, and after today’s birthday–I now have three. Sigh…I think he even smells different to me. Number 3 is the middle child, and for all you middle children out there…you know how it can be. Sometimes middle children are the loudest because it’s the most difficult to be heard. Sometimes middle children are the most reserved about their feelings because they are trying to determine what is expected of them. Sometime middle children take the longest to figure out who they really are with all the commotion going on before and behind him. My Number 3 has been all of these, and yet, he is truly his own unique self. There is no one quite like him This boy… gives the most sincere hugs, expresses gratitude […]