Big FIVE!

{Words to my son on his 5th birthday}

How did that happen?  Five?  You are FIVE?

I remember the day 5 years ago very clearly.  You were eight days late and I couldn’t wait to meet you. I couldn’t wait to find out if you were a boy or a girl.

Five years old.  Five.  Woah.

You and I are very similar.  From the cowlick on your head to shape of your chin to the stubbornness you display when something doesn’t go exactly how you wanted.   There is no denying it, you are my son.   

And I am proud of you.

You are creative.  You are sensitive and caring.  And, you are a total ruff and tuff boy. 

You are my sunshine. 
You are my little man.
You are a little smarty pants too.

You are my ‘little lovey.’  I smile when I think of the time you told me, “I like it best when you call me ‘little lovey’.”  I hope that never changes.  Although, I know it will.

You surprise me daily with something you’ve learned or something you remember. 

There are moments {when you ask for the 500^th time ‘why’} I think you might drive me crazy, and then there are moments {when you place your little hand in mine while reading together} that I wish would last forever.

I realize that your little hand that fits so nicely into mine will all-to-soon turn into a hand that will encase my own. 

Every day you are growing up and turning from my little boy into a man. 
This momma isn’t ready for that. 
I have enjoyed your first 5 years, little man. 
I want to enjoy this fifth year with you.  Enjoy every minute of it and not allow the time to fly by without stopping to enjoy the little things. 

It is a cliché, but it is true, the past 5 years have flown by.  I’m sure the next 5 will do the same, and the next. 
I am thankful that God gave me you five years ago.  Your ‘little’ ten pound self changed my life forever. 

Happy Birthday, Little Man.  I love you.