My baby boy turned five this weekend. Five. Oh my. He went to sleep the night before in full costume and character as Laura from Little House on the Prairie and woke up to don his birthday crown, new tool belt and set of (purple!!) tools for Purple Working Man. I love five. Five can be anything and everything, and it is...sometimes all in just one day.
Each year, five times a year now, I keep learning the same lesson - one that deepens each time. And that is that our most simple of birthday celebrations are always the most special, the most peaceful, the most heartfelt and loving, with fully present parents and attentive siblings and a 'filled up with love' celebrated little one. Such was true this year with this one with a day all about him - all his favorite foods and favorite things. Lunch with a favorite friend, a visit to his grandparents. Lots of time for games in front of the fire (he's a Rush Hour wiz, this one), stomping about in the first snowstorm ("best birthday present ever" he declared), and building with all those new tools (building letters out of scrap wood seems to be the thing to do these days). We had brownie sundaes after lunch and dinner both (why not?). And I didn't see that shiny, sparkly Harper smile leave his face all day long.
Yes, five is so very good. A full hand! Happy Birthday, sweet Harper Jude.
