One month ago, my beautiful girl turned five. FIVE. How did that happen? (Pretty sure I say that every year. Pretty sure it won’t ever stop.)
Five feels like…kid. Not really a preschooler (although she still is), definitely not a toddler…all kid. All long legs and lanky arms and the ever-increasing, amazing ability to do things on her own that I never thought possible. Just this morning, she surprised me by quickly and accurately following a diagram to put together a marble run she’d never seen before.
How fast she runs! How helpful she can be (when she feels like it)! How her leaps of logic astound and delight me! How she looks after her little brother. How she loves to help me in the garden. How she loves to see the worms wiggle through the soil. How she loves to pose her ballerina Barbie. How she loves to read about dinosaurs. How she loves, loves, to run down the hill leading to our house after a long walk in the stroller.
We celebrated with not one, but two parties, with cake, cupcakes and tea. Happy birthday wonderful girl!