I can’t believe it.
He’s 5 years old.
F I V E
Someone please hold me.
I waiver between wanting to cry, and filling with elation at the person he’s becoming.
(His school photo, in plastic, taken with a cell phone)
He’s strong. Mentally, and physically.
He’s smart.
He knows how to negotiate everything
He loves music, and can dance very well.
He loves to make us laugh.
(showing me his Santa impression)
He’s figured out Air Quotes, and uses them when he wants to get a smile out of us.
He plays hockey, has played soccer, and is swimming well too.
He loves sports. Even the Vikings losing streak hasn’t gotten him down.
(Being a goof too)
He loves being a big brother, and it’s amazingly good at it.
He’s completed a map of the world, featuring each of the continents, as well as a map of North America.
He’s got the cutest lil’ tushie I’ve ever seen.
His eyes give me pause at their depth & perspective.
His smile lights up my life.
He is like me in so many ways, and for this I worry for him, and empathize too.
He is my baby, even though he’s now 5.
He blessed our lives beyond belief by his very existence, and we just feel lucky that he’s healthy we get to call him our son.
Jack Jack, Monkey, Handsome, Sweet Boy…..
Daddy and I love you so very much. Happy, Happy Birthday to our big boy. You make us very proud and happy. We hope your day is just as special as you are!!
Love,
Daddy & Mommy.




