One Whole Hand

My baby turns five today.

At about 11 oclock tonite, he will have been a part of our family for five whole years.

Five!! So many fingers! Just yesterday I was nursing him all night long, helping him  take first steps, wondering if he would ever start to talk and praying he and I would survive being three.

Now, my handsome, sweet, smart, challenging, hysterical, character of a little man - you're almost ready to start kindergarten.  Practically real school.  You sound out words during reading lessons, you build legos, you love Star Wars and super heroes and are mostly best buds with your little brother.

You're no angel, but you have the makings of a saint - love of God and Mary, thoughtfulness for others, empathy for others happiness and sadness and a big, big heart with a saucy smile.

I love you more than words can say, even when I'm upset with you.  Never forget my son, that you were the first - you taught me how to mother and you teach me more about myself everyday.  I'm excited to hold your hand, and eventually step back, as you change and grow these next five years and beyond.

Happy Birthday Mi'jo, may the Force be with you and may Our Lady guard your heart :)