Happy fifth birthday to Calder, my first born, my boy, perhaps the most aggravating child in the world. Although sometimes he makes me want to rip my hair out and throw entire trees across the yard, Calder is truly a piece of my heart. I am grateful for each and every minutes of these past five years and I am deliriously happy at the prospect of more.
Calder is the one who made me a mom, made me who I am today. He's the one with his feet in my face face right now. He's the one who snuggles up against my shoulder while we sound out words together. He's the one who helps me cook for our family and the one who dumps a cup of salt in the cookie dough. I love him. I do not know what I would do without him. Five, all on it's own, is a pretty big birthday, but today it seems extra special.
Today we are celebrating with hugs and Nintendo games and then one very special plane ride to my parents' house for the holiday. Calder doesn't know it yet, but he's getting a surprise party while we are there. It will be his first every family birthday party and I am super excited. It's going to be all store bought decorations and food and cake but that's not what matters. What matters is that he is mine and he is here and we have the privilege of spending that time together.