The Birthday Girl

It’s hard to believe that my little chatter box has turned five. Not long ago she was just a wee babe playing under her blankets. And what a blessing! We’ve had five years of sparkly, little-girl happiness. We’ve had about four years of almost non-stop talking. And we’ve had about three years of almost non-stop questioning.

our New Year’s Eve baby

The other day I told her, “Wow. You have a lot of questions!” “I know,” she sighed. “I just can’t stop!”

I wish that each year took twice as long. It’s not that I want to make a five-year-old be four, exactly, but that I wish I got to savor each age for twice as long. Truly I feel like everyone is flying around me, growing up in a whirlwind.

I am not in a hurry.

Q.-Age-Five at five months of age

So here is to many more years of chatter and bubbly laughter and endless questions and lots and lots of happiness. Here is to growing up a little every year {whether Mommy likes it or not}. Here’s to little, compact sisters with lots of energy. Here’s to the best way we ever rang in the New Year.

Happy birthday, Little Q. We love you.