Today he turned five. My sweet boy who only a second ago was being lifted over a drape to greet me for the first time, turned five.
He woke up early. And then woke up Evie. Before 5:00. So excited. He was dressed and ready for the day and begging me to get up so he could open the one present I promised he could open at breakfast. He played with Evie before we brought her to school, then sat at my computer, and practiced his letters so he could get a sticker from his teachers at preschool. I told him we could go wherever he wanted for lunch. He choose McDonald’s. He told everyone he was now five, and today was his birthday. He gave Nana the biggest hug as she met us there. He “helped” me with the laundry and napped in the van when we picked Evie back up. We celebrated him tonight. A Skylander cake and presents and a dear sister who helped blow out the candles on the cake and helped open the presents. We read stories before bed and I prayed with him and thanked God for him. I brushed his hair behind his ear and then he put it right back. “I like my hair over my ears, mama.” Oh, that’s right. Silly me. So then I brushed the hair off his forehead instead and watched him drift off to sleep.
We love you bubby. Happy Birthday. You are smart and amazing and such a little sweetheart. Only you’re not so little anymore. That’s what you would tell me. You’d say, “I’m not little, mama! I’m five!” But you’ll always be my little E.