I think five years old may be my favorite age ever. Although four was pretty great, and three was awesome. But five…I love five. Will I love six just as much? We’ll find out in just a couple weeks. If I could freeze time right now, even as my other two kids are 8 and 10…I absolutely would. But since I can’t, I’ll enjoy the 50 million questions she asks in a day, enjoy that she wakes up before any of us, asking for scrambled eggs. I’ll keep writing down all the silly things she says and the fact that her words still sound like baby talk and there’s no place she would rather be than held in a hug.
I love five. I love her.