What's up Noah?

This boy.  I love him.  He is awesome.  And he's mine.  Daily I am thankful for the help that he gives me around the house.  He is the best big brother.  He has the best laugh.  Every morning on the way to school we discuss whether or not I'm going to embarass him when he gets out of the car.  My father instilled it in me - show love through embarassment.  And even when I choose not to shout loudly "I love you Noah!!!" out the window as he walks into the school - he still looks back at least three times at me grinning the whole way in.  His imagination is still working in full force and I don't want the day to come when he "grows out of it."  He loves to read - pretty much anything.  He loves loves loves to sing.  He would steal my phone all day to you tube music videos and sing if I let him.  And he has such a beautiful voice.  He is well behaved and kind 95% of the time.  (A much better percentage than myself).  His teachers love him.  He's a good friend.  He makes me so proud.  If I could put a book on his head to stop him from growing I would.  I want time to slow down, Noah.  It's going by too quickly.