Just when I thought you couldn't possibly get any brighter, more beautiful, more daring, more kind...you turn FIVE.
And now? You startle me with your wit and creativity, your goodness and your intoxicating liveliness. Your blonde curls and beguiling blue eyes.
At five, you like noodles and fancy dresses and chapter books. You're a literalist and would rather people not tease you (as grown-ups often are in the habit of doing).
If we go past a toy aisle at the store, you say, "I like craft supplies more than toys." You create masterpieces out of paper plates, paints, scissors, tape, and bits of string. You deserve canvases of your own.
"Kids always follow me and do what I do," you told me insightfully a few months ago. I honestly can't think of a better 5-year-old to lead. You love Jesus; you insist on honesty and virtue.
Meticulous. Observant. Visionary. That's what you are. Last week, we were talking about something at the dinner table. You added in, "Next time we travel around the world, can we...?" I don't even remember what you asked, but Tim & I looked at each other, inspired.
I have no doubts that you'll travel the world, my adventurer. And when you do, you will carry with you all of the things that the world desperately covets - warmth, love, and the beautiful audaciousness of hope.