You are five years, 9 months, and 6 days old. Don't ask me to count the hours, minutes and seconds just because I just got an "A" on my math final, I can't do it. Well, that's not true, I can; but I don't want to.
I'd rather tell you that you are a very special young child and that I love you so much I can scarcely breathe sometimes. Right now you are interested in all things "Daddy". Tools, motorcycles, four-wheelers, and basically anything with a motor. You know the difference between a flat-head and Phillips screwdriver and also know the "lefty-loosey, righty-tighty" trick, too.
You don't drink soda. You would eat candy for breakfast if we'd let you and while you love the outdoors, and riding your bike, you also love to watch movies. You're getting past the point of wanting Mommy to read books to you, which I miss terribly, but I also understand that you're spreading your wings a bit and exploring different things. Anytime you want me to read you a book, I will, okay? Even when you're 'too old' for it.
Sometimes it probably seems as if your father and I are hard on you - expecting you to behave and be respectful as you learn to navigate this sometimes rocky path of life - but we love you more than anything and want only to teach you everything we can so that you can make the best choices possible as you get older.
Every once in a while we get reminded that you're only five. So if we seem impatient or in a hurry, please know that you are the best thing in our world. We love you.
Love, forever and ever,
Mommy
