My darling boy,
It’s the day you have been asking about since you turned 4: Your 5th birthday has arrived. You are a 5-year-old today, which is the first thing I whispered in your ear this morning.
I think you are a little disappointed that it’s a Tuesday like any other, mommy dividing her time between making sure you are entertained and her own work in the office. Daddy at work, girls at school, and no Chuck E. Cheese until Sunday!
We soothed the pain by renting Big Hero 6 from the library and by opening a present early (i.e. before blueberry pie). Thank you, Nonna and Pap-pap for the cool tumbling remote car; it is AWESOME.
You are a noisy and active boy. You talk up a storm, sometimes in conversation, sometimes just as you play with your toys. You are wildly imaginative, and can turn just about any object into a car or plane. You can play well on your own, but you also like to play with others, including your sisters.
Your sisters both adore you, and think you are just about the cutest thing ever. That said, they are not always the most patient with you. Of the two, Kate is more likely to find a way to entertain or occupy you, including starting up a spirited game of hide-and-seek. At which you are very bad. Hint: If you announce from your hiding space how very good your hiding space is, you’re going to be found very quickly.
You like, in no particular order, video games, super heroes, your friends from school, cars, Paw Patrol, Ninja Turtles, and nighttime show and treat. Although you can eat well, you often choose instead to graze along throughout the day; you have no patience for mealtime, unless all five of us are sitting down together. Otherwise, you are too busy telling us about your day, playing “high-low-high”, getting up to show me something, or already too full to eat. Although if I take a moment to literally feed you, you will eat more than you claim you can.
You freely give hugs and say “I love you.” You also easily cry. You HATE being told no, or wait, or I’m thinking about it.
You remember EVERYTHING.
I think your very favorite thing is hanging out with your older boy cousins. You are like a lion cub, jumping on the older members of the pack. They warmly tolerate your antics, and if they are done, they just go someplace private.
When you are tired, you will go to bed. You love “book and lullaby”, and want that even when we are getting home at 1 a.m. in the morning from a trip.
You love me and daddy, and we love you. You are our favorite little boy.
Happy birthday, Michael. And many more.