Peanut turned five last weekend. Now we have to hold true to all our promises..."when you're five" we always used to say. So, is he ready to cross the street by himself? Chew gum? Sleep in the top bunk? It came so fast, I suddenly feel so unprepared. He's ready to fly with those wings yet I'm still taking baby steps with him. He's ready...so, so ready.
We had a thirty person bash for him, mostly his family. He treasures his cousins and a few special friends more than anything. Even more than all the beautiful gifts he received. "It was a good day mama...no. A GREAT day!" he said to me before he went to sleep that night. My sweet boy.