My beautiful boy,
I can hardly believe it. You're five! You've been waiting and waiting and waiting for this day and here it is. All of your best friends turned five weeks and even months ago and you struggled with being the youngest, with still being four. You watched as they all went off to Kindergarten and the two of us sat on our front porch, you sobbing uncontrollably. "But Mommy, why can't I be five?", you cried. Well, buddy...your big day is here!
I can't quite find the words to tell you how proud I am of you. You are such a special little boy and every single day you do something that absolutely amazes me. You are one hundred percent boy...you love to play baseball, go fishing, wrestle with your pals, play with your Transformers...but you are already the most sensitive, loving boy I've ever known. You still love to crawl in bed with Dad and I in the mornings, and if I'd let you, you'd spend every single night snuggled up next to me. I keep telling you that one of these days, you're not going to want to love on your Momma anymore and you look at me like I have three heads. "Oh, Mommy...I'll always want to love on you!" And you know what? I kind of think maybe you will.
And oh my goodness, if anyone on the face of the earth can make you turn to mush, it's your Sister. Dad and I have watched the two of you fall madly in love with each other from the moment she was born, but especially so in this last year. The two of you, opposites in every way, are thick as thieves. You will do anything in the world for that girl. You are her hero, too. I don't know what you two would do without each other. If there's one thing I'd wish for, it's that you always, always take care of her the way you do now.
You're getting awfully independent these days, too. There's not much you can't do for yourself. Sometimes I forget that you're not a little baby anymore but you're quick to remind me! You think it's pretty cool that you can make your own breakfast if you want and there are lots of mornings I come out and find you and your Sister sitting at the table together eating the cereal you fixed. You think you're pretty big stuff when I let you go pay for a treat at the store by yourself or when I send you over to the neighbors to deliver something. I see you looking back at me to make sure I'm not too far away. I ask if you need help and realize as soon as the words leave my mouth that you're a big boy now and if you need help, you will let me know.
You're an amazing kid, Mister. You're smart and funny and sensitive and loving and best of all, you're mine. I'm so lucky and so proud to be your Mommy. I can't wait to see what great things happen for you this year.
Love,
Mommy
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