Tonight I put a 5 year old to bed. Tomorrow he wakes up 6.
My youngest. My ‘nilla puddin’.

I look at this early photo and I swear I can smell that sweet baby head. He is still a snuggler and I will soak it in as long as he will let me.

Long gone are the days of grocery shopping with a caped crusader at my side. I am no longer held captive for hours at a time at the playdough table.

As much as I miss the early days, I embrace the boy he has become. He is remarkable in ways I cannot describe.

Tomorrow is his birthday, and it just keeps getting better.