Dylan’s birthday celebration started last Friday as we drove to Sunriver and wrapped up last night with a happy plume of air blown over six candles. Six!
Last year when Dylan turned five I wrote down a list of some of his favorite things: whistlepigs, Daddy’s pancakes on weekend mornings, Curious George, cheese quesadillas, silly YouTube videos of cute animals, going to Cabelas. This year there are a few more things to add — playing Minecraft on the iPad, hiking in the woods at our friend Keith’s house, relentlessly begging for printouts of Google-Image-searched Gipsy Danger fan drawings so he can color them — but by and large, he hasn’t changed much at all in the last twelve months. He’s the same silly, happy, shy, weird, funny little guy.
You know how some years come with these nearly incomprehensibly giant leaps forward, children shrugging off their too-tight skins and running away giggling? And some are like the gift of an extra-long exposure, where you hope to burn the details into your mind. Light trails streaking all around, blur of movement, a sharp-focus smile. This is what he was like. I’m so glad for this amazing boy, yesterday and tomorrow and right now.