At 5, the world still feels so big. There is an adventure around every corner and new possibilities burst with every break of the dawn.
The people you love most in the world tower above you—and yet with every month, week and day that passes, you grow taller, still. You appear to instinctively know that one day, you will be the one to tower above them.
Yet at 5, your hand is still small enough to slip inside mine. So when it does, I clasp it tight—willing the imprint of your tiny fingers to settle into my skin.
While the past 5 years of my life have been marred by challenges that I could never have anticipated—the greatest gift of all has been you. And although time for me has gone by in an instant, the beauty of being 5 is that every day lasts forever. The weeks stretch out endlessly in front of you, with new learnings and laughter at every turn.
Still, as your little mind soaks up the world around you like a thirsty sponge, I feel like I can barely keep up. I’m in awe of how you seem to absorb new knowledge—and I only wish that I could maintain pace. When you ask me what infinity means, how many stars are in the galaxy, why the dinosaurs are extinct or how water is made (?!)… I’m at once baffled and blown away by your beautiful mind.
At 5, you look at everything sunny side up. The world is inherently good and there is an undercurrent of calm about your outlook that is contagious. I only hope that you hold onto this quality for as long as possible.
While there’s no question the nostalgia I feel will linger long after you tower above me—for now, Mum still means home. And in case you’re wondering, this is the definition of joy to infinity.
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