Five years ago my life changed. Two new people were born, Garrett and me. These have been the best years (also, undoubtedly the hardest) of my life. He is an incredible little boy, and we are blessed in every way by him.
I have a 5-year-old. And I am weepy. Very weepy. I cannot believe Garrett is 5 and instead of feeling the joyful nostalgia that I've experienced at his other birthdays, I am downright panicked. Make it stop. Put on the breaks. Slow it down. Please. I want to freeze time. Hold that still teensy-bit chubby hand in mine and rock him to sleep.
Birthdays are, however, a great reminder that you cannot stop the clock....but you can enjoy each minute.