For some reason the age ‘4’ still seems little to me, like I can get away with calling her my baby girl, still shop in the toddler section, still have her convinced that mommy is a superhero.

But 5…I can’t quite explain how it actually breaks my heart a little. It’s like she’s rounded some corner of childhood. She’ll go to kindergarten this year, she’ll start reading her bedtime stories to us.

She’s five.

When it started snowing last night I was so excited because I knew that she would have a blast in the snow for her birthday pic.  She’s runs around just like a puppy when we ‘let her out’ to play!

So full of life this one.

Oh how we love you Grace.  Happy Birthday punkin.