Friday, February 29, 2008

Birthday letter for Elijah

A little late little buddy, but life has gotten in the way this week.

For Elijah,
You are 6 years old now and it hardly seems possible. 6 is the age when you go to firs grade. It's when you ride the carousel by yourself, when you can cross the street without holding my hand, when you can get ready for school without any help at all- (dressing, brushing teeth, washing hands and face, putting on socks and shoes, and even zipping your coat).

You keep us thinking with your questions- "Mommy, what if the tires on the van were made of rocks and we could crunch over anything so trees could fall on the road and we wouldn't have to stop?" Is there a question in there somewhere? You maintain a steady stream of conversation with your brothers and I on topics that are as broad as the scope of your incredible imagination.

You laugh at Micah's silly dance moves, you cry when you can't do something just right, and you love everyone with a purity that is remarkable. You're a wonderful big brother and son, and we love you 6 year old boy!

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Simile Metaphor Collection

Elijah after running: My heart is beating like a coconut rolling down a hill.
Elijah on urination: Pee is like horses galloping out of the gate. Once they get started you just can't stop them.
Elijah: If school were a human I'd give it a wedgie.
Elijah: I am like a hot rod and I just want to be a plain old Ford
Elijah on the fruits of the spirit: I've got them all covered except self-control. Its like a tiny green tomato and the rest are all big ripe ones. Especially love. Its like the biggest tomato we saw in the garden tonight.