My boy is five.
My first son, my first child
He is five.
He is smart
He is serious
He is curious
He is proud
He is five.
He still needs help
He wants to do it himself
He wants company
He wants me to go away
He is learning to read
He is learning to write
He is five.
He uses big words
He pushes limits
He runs like the wind
He is silly
He is five.
He is careful
He is reckless
He is inquisitive
He is insightful
He just doesn’t understand
He works it out
He tries his best
He is five.
He is my baby
He is my big boy
He wants cuddles
He wants me to stop touching him
He wants me to stop it now
He wants me to show him how
He is charmingly polite
He is painfully rude
He is sorry
He is five.
He goes to school
He runs with scissors
He plays well with others
He loves his brothers
He shares
He takes
He pushes
He lies
He makes beautiful art
He dances to his own beat
He stands on his own two feet
He is five.
He is amazing
He loves me
He stands alone
He is his own man
He is all boy
He needs me
He is mine.
He is five.
My boy is five.
6 comments:
Awwww. I love the pictures and I love the words about him but---he can't be five. Didn't we just celebrate his first birthday? I remember washing chocolate frosting off of his face.
Very sweet.
Too Cute. I can't believe he is five...
I can't believe I have known you for more that 5 years!
Are you coming to see the Posada this year? There is a new Gracie!!!! Let me know and maybe we can meet up for dinner or something if I am in town.
hugs,
Barbs
Happy Birthday to him!
And happy milestone to his mama.
Mine is five too and everything in your poem, especially the parts that contradict, apply to him too. Thanks for the perspective.
What a great slide show! Happy Birthday Noah!
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