now you are 5.

My Sweet Mr. Baby,

Today you are 5.  I can't believe it.  I looked through old pictures of you this morning and remembered.   At five, you are sweet and crazy and think that poop is the funniest thing ever.  

You are my finder. If I lose something, I ask you to look for it and most of the time you do.  You come home with treasures that you find in parks and playgrounds.  At five, you love the Waldo books.  When we drove to Colorado this summer, you would stick your nose in a Waldo book and find all of the characters.

It makes me nervous to have a boy so good at finding.  My prayer for you, sweet boy is that you find good things.  At five, you plan to be a farmer when you grow up.  You want to marry your mommy and you plan to drive a truck.

I love you boots, sauceman, Mr.

I'm so glad you're mine.