My first born baby turns five tomorrow. To say that these past five years have flown by is an understatement. Sometimes, well a lot of the time, the days drag on and I count down the minutes until nap time, or bedtime so I can sit down and just breathe, alone.
But then, in the blink of an eye, a month, or six have gone by. And I'm like where the hell did that time go? Where is my baby? Who is this little boy?
Five is a tricky age. He's no longer a toddler. He's starting Kindergarten. He is in between little and big boy sizes in shoes, a thirteen! He's super tall and skinny, making pants that fit very hard to find. He knows his letters and is starting to spell, so daddy and I can no longer spell words we don't want him to hear! He's too smart for his own good and questions every little thing I tell him. And to say he is smart is putting it lightly. He already talks about the future, getting married and how many kids he wants. He references his "pee-pee." A. Lot. He's no longer cute, but so damn handsome.
God, I love him. Thank You for blessing me with a healthy, smart, funny, beautiful boy.
Happy 5th Birthday to my little man!