Tomorrow, my baby will be five.
Five.
And for the life of me, I can't figure out how.
It still feels like yesterday daddy could hold him in the palm of his hand.
Just yesterday, when my baby would stay put in the cart while I shopped. Or daddy got up to no good in the toy section.
I just can't get my head around it. FIVE? Makes me want to say a different four letter word that starts with 'F'.
It feels like only a few months ago, he was learning to walk, climb, and blow my mind with his genius ways.
It still feels like yesterday that I was sure the terrible twos were going to kill me.
It feels like yesterday when he started self-dressing and choosing which shoe to wear on which foot.
It still feels like yesterday that I lived every minute worrying that he was going to kill himself with his crazy ways.
Oh, wait, it was yesterday.
On the eve of my son's fifth birthday, I can't help but think about two things.
1. Just how fast the time goes.
2. How incredibly blessed I am for every second I have with him.
Watching my son grow into a wonderful little five-year-old has been amazing.
Magical.
I love being a mother more than anything else in this world. So, rather than spend this day sad that my baby is turning five, I'm going to spend the day looking back on the wonderful times. Reflect on how far my little family has come over the last five years. How much we have grown, bonded and made amazing memories.
How incredibly blessed I am for every second I have with my baby. Even the ones that give me a heart attack.
Oh my Goodness, I love being a mother!!!!!!
Happy birthday tomorrow to both of us.
I have to stop writing so I can go shower my little four-year-old in love, cuddles and kisses... I'm afraid my heart will explode with pent-up love if I don't.