Today Hyrum turned six. I'm still finding that hard to swallow. I can't believe it was six years ago that we drove to the hospital in rush hour traffic because I was waiting on the buns to get out of the oven. This little man came sunny side up after a rather quick labor. He was an easygoing baby, slept great from pretty much birth. He's always been a wise old soul trapped in a boys body. I love his quiet nature, and gentle heart. He is kind, humble, and always wants to do what's right. He's the first one dressed every morning. Things have to be proper and precise when you're Hyrum. When he colors, things have to be the right color. There's no such thing as rainbow church pants or orange eyes in Hyrum's world. The pants are black, the eyes are blue, just the way things should be. He loves to draw. He has a talent for music. He is caring, considerate and gentle. I could go on and on. This boy is pretty special to all of us and we love him very much! Happy sixth birthday little buddy!
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