Where Does the Time Go?

Only four more days until Avery's big day on Thursday when she turns FIVE! She is imagining a big birthday party, complete with ten friends, balloons, streamers, chocolate cake with no frosting and pink sprinkles, lots and lots of presents and a petting zoo. She will also grow a foot taller on Thursday, she believes.

I'm imagining a quiet party with a simple cake, one present and no messes. I'm also imagining that she will stay little for just a little longer.

She got a dollar from her Sunday School teacher yesterday, and we don't know why. Avery says some kids got pennies and some kids got dollars. She also said she got a dollar because it's almost her birthday. She is beyond thrilled with the dollar, telling anybody who will listen all about this dollar. Last night before bed she asked me, "Mom, are you so happy that you have a daughter who has a dollar?"

The plan is for her to go to Target today and spend her dollar. She is jumping around the house at the thought.

I logged into my Bebo account and found these ancient pictures of Avery and me. They are circa 2007. Ancient.

Over the last five years, Avery has been a complete joy. We love her for her kindness to others, the unexpected things she says, the love she shows to us and her siblings, her eagerness to learn, and even the spunky attitude she's developed over the last few months. It seems like just yesterday that Chet and I were taking her home from the hospital. Now she's almost five and keeps growing. I scold her often for growing up so fast. Her response every single time is, "It's okay, Mom. I'll still be your daughter!" Besides, she wants so badly to be an andult and to be a mom and to have her own babies and have her driver lishense and to be a firefighter and a cop and a measurer of babies at the hospital.

I can't stop her from achieving her dreams now, can I?

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