Five years ago, you entered our lives like a pint-size hurricane and haven't slowed down one bit since.
In fact, many days I feel like we are The Family Circus and you are my little Jeffey always moving from point A to point B in a maze of dotted lines all over the funny papers.
We are either on the mountain top or in the valley.
But we're learning to find the middle ground.
You were not happy about the fact that we were going to walk around the park before going to get some dinner.
Because as I recall, you were "starfing to def."
I appreciate the effort, big guy.
When asked what you want to be when you grow up, the answer never changes: a baseball player.
But if that doesn't pan out, you have a back up plan.
"I guess I'll just stay here," you say of your home. "'Cause I just like it here."
Good to know.
Boy was I surprised when you not only gave me your attention, you asked to do more!
Nice try, big fella.
If there's a gene for coolness, you own it.
In fact, I think you might be the only five year old I know who has his own theme song.
"Wherever We Go (That's Where the Party's At) by Newsboys.
Really, what else would it be?
You are growing up so fast. It seems like only yesterday when I found you, at the ripe old age of 2, standing on a chair at my kitchen counter waiting for your toast (that you had made yourself) to pop out of the toaster.
I must say I was impressed.
A nervous wreck over what else you might attempt, but impressed nonetheless.
A Spartan soldier?
A warrior chief?
One of David's mighty men of valor?
But you weren't born at any other time. You are here now.
And I am eagerly awaiting to see the plan God has for the rest of your action-packed days while thanking Him continually that He saw fit to intersect your precious life with mine.