Six means weapons and bouncing outside balls in the house and putting sriracha on every dinner. Six means drawing, drawing, drawing and costumes, costumes, costumes. Six means post-dinner dance performances and knowing how to swim. Six means a developed awareness of looking cool. Six means running hugs at the end of day that almost knock me over. Six means clothing obsessed with a penchant for layering (3 shirts + 2 bottoms=totes normal). Six means your nickname of Juju has evolved to Jules because Juju sounds like a baby name. Six means listening to long reads as you're falling asleep and knowing you'll be reading yourself to sleep before too long. Six means young crushes: in the past month you stole secret kisses with two different girls and declared a school girlfriend. Six means loving the cat a little too much at times, failing to read the tell-tales signs that the cat is not into it. Six means sometimes you still go to that toddler place of full impulsive emotion, but mostly you are a true joy to be around. Six means confidence and determination and charisma that opens doors for you, which makes me feel proud and a little less worried about you navigating the world on your own. Welcome to six, my boy. I'm so glad we're here.