Dear Will,

 You are five years old today!

How the heck did that happen? Five! Five years old!

You are at a great age! You are old enough to be trusted to play on your own. You are young enough to still want to snuggle.

This year has been a change for all of us, but you've taken it in stride. You had school at home this entire year. And because of your Dad's dedication, you really blossomed. You can read! You can do addition and subtraction! You know all about the coronavirus and vaccines. You rated President Biden pretty high up on your favorite people list!

You and I remain pretty good friends. You like to help me with chores around the house and you like to sit right next to me. You also adore your brother. If you could do everything he does, you would. In this isolating year, the two of you have been constant playmates, often the best of friends. You even sometimes have sleepovers in your bunk beds. You and your dad are also closely bonded. Dad works with you on your reading and math and school. Dad gets so excited about all the new words you gain and the books you can read.

You know what, Will? I remember your birth very clearly. I remember the way it felt to hold you directly after you were born. I remember all the good feelings that swam through my heart as I bundled you up and cuddled you close. I get those same good feelings now, as you sit next to me while I cross stitch, when you ask to help with baking or cooking, when you hold my hand crossing the street. 

You are growing up into your own kid self. And I'm so happy I'm here to watch it happen!

Happy Birthday Kiddo!

Love, Mom.