Five Years ... stuck on our lives
My little boy is 5 today, and I'm starting to believe that if he hasn't lost that streak of sweetness, that smile he's had since he was a baby, that gigantic heart of his, I don't think he ever will. I used to worry that one day, he'd suddenly turn into this mouthy adolescent and maybe he will, but I'm pretty well convinced that he'll always have a part of this wonderful sweetness. He's a kid who will offer you his last piece of candy if he sees that you're sad.
I can't wait to get home and share a birthday cake with him, watch him open his presents, and tell me about his birthday day at school.
Happy Birthday Sammy! I'm so glad you're my kid! I can't wait to get home and tell you this to your joyously happy face!