5th year

Caleb turned 5 yesterday.

This coming August: Kindergarten.

I don't remember five years blowing by like it apparently has. Thinking like I do, I try to envision this past five years, and then consider it happening again without my knowledge nor consent, and he will be 10 years old.

Hmm.

Four days until Christmas. We already have gifts to be thankful for, and they're not even new anymore. One of them we dub 'hurricane' and the other still calls me a 'fruitbat' from time to time. Given to us sight-unseen, with no receipts or gift exchanges possible...not that I would.

Merry Christmas. Off to tend to the gifts.