Today you are five. You woke up with a smile on your face, messy hair, and half of your pajamas missing. You're such a funny little thing; you have a great sense of humor, you say things that keep us on our toes constantly, and I think you've even won Boni cat over. You hum when you're happy (which is a lot) you stomp your feet and slam doors when you're not. You sing in the shower at the top of your lungs and your life motto seems to be "dance like no one is watching, sing like no one is listening, but be prepared enough that if you are watched, you look fabulous" Your fashion sense is 2nd to none and no one else makes polka dots, stripes and swirls look as good as you do. You love math, you love writing the alphabet, and maybe, just maybe you'll be a teacher--or a scientist--or an astronaut--or one of the other zillion things you talk about on a regular basis. Your birthday cake this year is going to have a green polar bear on it, per your request, and will be chocolate and delicious and I look forward to watching you dig in. You're an old soul, your soul is possibly older than my own and every day with you is wonderful; even if you do give me grey hair (and then point them out to me).
I love you more than you'll ever know,