June 15

Today was a special one. It was, of course, both Father's Day and Isaac's sixth birthday. But it was also the first time those two events shared a date since the year Isaac was born -- 2008. It was also the last time it will happen until 2025, when Isaac turns 17 years old.

The day involved Sunday School, McDonalds, then a trip to the mall for birthday photos (which took much too long, but Isaac was extraordinarily patient the entire time. He was, in fact, much more outwardly patient than I felt on the inside). For dinner, the birthday boy asked to go to Chevy's, I'm sure in part because of a) the ice cream they bring and b) the cool hat they plop on your head when said ice cream is delivered. But I was most gratified and touched by what happened after the birthday schtick was over.

Most six year olds would probably wolf down their special birthday treats solo. But not Isaac. Before anyone even had a chance to throw him a pleading glance, he summoned extra spoons and asked if anyone wanted a bite. I passed, but he happily shared with Brady and Abby, first taking a bite and then offering each of them a spoonful before he took another.

I'm proud of him in many ways, but I'm probably most pleased with how well he shares. He really is the kind of person who would give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it.

And to be able to call him one of my own is a wonderful blessing.

Happy birthday, Isaac.