This is the face of a six-year-old.
This is the day of chocolate chip pancakes and ice cream cake. The day of new swimming trunks and LEGOs.
This is the day we see that you are centimeter taller than when you were five.
This is the age that puts a dash of bashfulness in your pride.
This is the day I need to remember to make about you, not about me. Not about my baby born late in the afternoon five days overdue on a hot hot day in July. Not about our one year old, learning to walk, or our two year old, kicking a soccer ball. Not about our three year old, running non stop, or our four year old, talking and rhyming and building nonstop. It’s not even about our five year old, cycling and reading, reflecting, air-guitaring, big-brothering.
Today is about our six-year-old.
Six! More fingers than one hand can hold. One step further from us and towards the world.
This is the face of the boy that we loved exactly as he was, and more importantly, exactly as he is. Today.
Happy Birthday, Karel! We promise to do our best to help you keep shining your six- year- old light into this new-old world.