Five.
You just turned five.
Part of me is not shocked at all about this. Ever since your birth, you have had this wise way about you. Five actually seems too young, as it’s not a far stretch to imagine you sitting in a coffee shop, doling out sage advice to your friends.
Four has been a big year for you. You went from being the only child left in the house with a stay-at-home-mom, to going to school full time with two working parents. Granted, we are together all day, but these are huge changes for you. During the day you have to share me with 11 other children, and, for the most part, you do it without a second thought.
I adore this space you’re in. You are so content with life and the world around you. In your mind, the world is good, and you have every reason to smile. And you do. Constantly.
If I could give you one gift, it would be that you could hold onto that forever. Hold on tight, my love.
Happy birthday.