This is my baby girl, and here she is 5 years old! Where is the toddler clinging to my leg? The preschooler who needed help getting dressed each morning and evening?
Also gone is my toddler terrorist. This girl… she is still fiery. But with that fire comes a glow you can’t ignore. Her smile- it’s contagious and it is nearly constant (unless she’s screaming).
So brave… because why wouldn’t she be?
She has confidence that comes from being number 5. A big sibling always has her back. Someone is always either leading the charge or cheering her on. She never questions someone catching her if she falls, or encouraging her when she fails.