Sweet Wyatt,
I can't believe that 6 years have passed since the day of your arrival. It feels like it was yesterday. Time has flown by.
Six years ago I still had three weeks until you were due. I was hoping you would hold out until April 8th so that you would be born on your great grandfathers 80th birthday. God had other plans. I laid down for a nap and when I woke up and rolled over to get out of bed my water broke, it was 10am. Daddy was at work so I called Gram and Papa to come get me. The drive that should have taken them 20 minutes turned into an hour because there was a wreck on the highway. I was okay because I had not started having contractions. Your poor daddy kept calling from the hospital to find out where we were.
I finally got to the hospital and the doctor on call put me on pitocin to start my contractions. After 10 hours of having contractions every minute and a half I still hadn't made any progress so they decided I needed a c-section. At 10:21 pm you arrived. A beautiful boy weighing 7 lbs 13 oz, with a head full of thick blonde hair. Nurses from all over the hospital would stop by our room over the next 5 days to see you because you had so much hair. Most people said that they had never seen a blonde baby with so much hair. I think you may have had more hair then than you do now because it covered your ears and went down past your collar.
We decided to name you Wyatt Harrison. Your gender was a surprise, but we knew you were going to be a boy. We didn't even have a girl's name picked out. We picked Wyatt because Tombstone, a movie about Wyatt Earp, was one of our favorite movies. We had a tough time picking your middle name, but one night at church a few months before your arrival one of my friends suggested Harrison. It was perfect. Harrison Ford is daddy's favorite actor and now you love that you're named after Hans Solo and Indiana Jones.

Over the last 6 years you have grown into an amazing boy. You love your brothers so much and I can see the elder brother traits coming out in you. You remind me of me when I was little and I wonder if I bossed around my younger siblings as much as you boss around your brothers. I know you don't do it to be mean, but I think sometimes you forget you're not their parent. They love you too. I'm so glad you have each other. I know you'll be best friends for life.

You also love Jesus. When you heard Chris Tomlin talking on the radio you said that it was Jesus. I told you that it wasn't and you said "Well, that's how Jesus sounds when He talks to me." You've built churchs for ants so that they can come and learn about Jesus and stop being mean and biting people. You ask questions about heaven all the time. I can't wait to see what God does with your life.
You are so smart. You've learned how to read without any trouble. You love science and have declared that you're going to be a scientist who lives on the North Pole and does experiments (you promised to build me an apartment there so I can come visit). You've also said you'll be a scientist who invents new medicine to help people that are sick. Your mind is always working and sometimes I wonder how I'll ever keep up with you.
Just yesterday you told me that you like girls. Oh my! You said that there are so many pretty girls that you just can't pick one to marry. You've still got some years to decide sweetheart, but I know that it will come faster than I'm ready for.
I am so proud of you. You are amazing. Happy Birthday Sweet Boy!
Love you,
Mom