Five

Last night I sat in the dark feeding Sister and I listened to Daddy tell you, "This is the last night that you will be four. You will never, ever be four years old again."
When Sister was fast asleep and tucked into her crib I tiptoed into your room. I looked at your sweet, sleeping face in the dim light. I rubbed my nose in your silky hair and kissed your not-so-chubby cheek. Goodbye four... it's been a wonderful year.
This morning when I woke you for the day you were five {and much taller, you say}! You're a friendly, sweet, quirky, creative, bossy, blonde wonder. I thank God for five precious years of loving you!