This morning at 9:16 A.M. the little boy who holds my heart, the one who picks me daffodils before they’ve even bloomed and drowns them in a yogurt cup, and who wants eggs for dinner over lasagna; the one whose favorite game is Tag and who peels down to his underwear after one burst through the hallway; the one who collects nails and pennies in the same plastic bag and who grins shamelessly while eating cereal with a serving spoon…
He turned five.
Five big ones.
And he’s waited for this day his whole life.
And it doesn’t disappoint.
A man-size bag of chips…and a mini stapler is where it’s at.
That…and the scapegoat tee…which he’s yet to understand.
But that doesn’t matter.
Cuz this kid…
The one who holds my hand in the car and whispers with my neck in a headlock that he’s saved me an extra hug; the one who overwhelms me with kisses…