Click picture to see pictures from our “birthday extravaganza”.
Today you are five.
Five years old.
I’m not sure I can bear it.
I really want to freeze time.
You are happy and carefree.
You are kind and loving, often ready to help others, perceptive beyond your years when you see someone in need.
I can’t keep up with your imagination.
Or your energy level.
But it’s contagious.
You ask for me to tell you stories, and together we create long, winding tales that make sense to no one besides ourselves.
You make up “languages” and teach them to your sister, and the two of you can communicate for hours using “whale speak” or “spanish”(which is not Spanish at all, but that’s what you call it).
You still love Lightning McQueen and Buzz and Woody, but you are anxiously awaiting the premiere of Chuggington. (I hope it’s better than Thomas.)
You ask questions. Oh, with the questions…
You make me smile when you use big words, and I’m often amazed with the details you remember.
You love school.
You love getting your haircut, but I think it’s because you have a crush on “Miss” Leslie.
Your prayers are sweet.
Your hugs and kisses are big and sincere.
You are five.
You are a big boy.
You are still my baby.
Happy birthday, Carter!
*Thank you, A.A. Milne.
happy birthday, carter! we all love you to pieces!
Happy birthday my big little hot shot!
Awww! Happy birthday, Carter!
Well loving to get his haircut is a huge improvement over his screaming and shaking in terror at the sight of scissors….of course I’ve always been a fan of the “lost boy” hair do I never minded!!
Five is a great year. Happy birthday to your handsome boy.
B, I always think he looks so much like you…and then with Marshall’s pic in the post above, I’m thinking he looks so much like his daddy. ha.