You are FIVE years old. I feel like you became a big kid over night.
You are still SO cuddly, and ask me regularly to cuddle with you, or you grab my hand just to hold it, or want to be held, or sit as close to me as humanly possible. But I can feel you becoming older, and less needy. I can see you becoming more confident and more mature. And as much as I am loving watching you come into yourself, I kind of feel like I am mourning my baby growing up.
But this is not about me, its about you.
I could not be more proud of the little boy you are and becoming. You don't give up. You do not let people push you around. You will jump into any game or activity and do it with gusto. You somehow demand attention, but do it in an adorable and endearing way--something I have never been able to do. People like you. You are absolutely adorable (I know I am biased). You are so funny and goofy and so expressive with your eyes. You are up for almost anything. Have very little fear, are extremely coordinated and physical and you have such a bright future.
You are a self proclaimed vegetarian, love red bell peppers and broccoli, nuts and fruit. But you also love your junk. You looooove Maggie and can be found snuggling with her daily.
Your got a new bike for your birthday from me and your dad. Owen peaked and ruined the surprise for you but you were still just as excited. I was so bummed the surprise got ruined, but Owen had to write you an apology.
You jumped right on, zooming down the street, doing tricks, and smiling ear to ear!
Happiest of birthdays to you, Cash. I know its going to be an amazing year. I could not love you more.
Love, Mom
