five

Happy Birthday, my angel.

You're five. Super huge five years old.

I went through your baby clothes up in the attic a few days ago. Tears.
The bracelet you wore during your first few months was so tiny. Almost too small to be a ring for me...

Now...
Your hair is long golden brown and your eyes are giant gooey drops of chocolate.
Your hugs are squishy sweet tight and your kisses are soft drippy wonderful.

You are creative and full of sparkling personality.
You still have the most adorable lisp anybody's ever seen and a dimple perfectly placed on your cheek.
You're everything girly anybody can imagine, everything thoughtful, everything beautiful.
You're a cat person among dog people.
Glitz and glam make you swoon.
While all the other kids want Smarties, you're after a chocolate truffle.
You love long dangly earrings and your nails painted (except for the thumb you use for 'sucking').
You shut the door to your bedroom and sing at the top of your lungs - and as long as nobody's watching, you'll sing and dance all day.
You're the perfect combination of baby and big.


You appeared on the scene quietly as a newborn, and it took you a while to find your opinion, BUT NOW you have this enormous personality, with an opinion on everything. :)
You're not a morning person, but you're always in the mood for snuggling.

You're five.

Delicious, glamorous, enormous, snuggly, adorable, thoughtful, opinionated, sparkling, squishy-sweet, shy, chocolate truffly five.

Five wonderful years make me long for the road ahead.
I cannot wait to know the YOU you turn out to be!

I love you, beautiful Avery.