Zosia turned five yesterday. Which meant breakfast of her choosing in bed (homemade waffles, strawberries and milk), a mother-daughter date in the late morning (getting her nails done, her favorite), and a late afternoon pool party with many good friends. Turning five is sort of wonderful.
It was a great day, and I just might have caught myself staring throughout the day as I noticed how big and beautiful this first baby of mine has become. Five. Wow. She is clever and mature and very very sweet and carries herself like someone ages older than five. An old soul.
I am just amazed by the whole thing and perplexed by the fact that a quarter of her time here at home with us has passed. I totally understand mothers who are left scratching their heads with empty bedrooms and babies off at college thinking, "Where did the time go?" All the more reason to enjoy every single second of this precious time.
Happy Birthday, my darling! Oh, we love you so much.