5

"A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. 

You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. 

But the last one: the baby who trails his scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh, that's love by a different name. 

He is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after he's gone to sleep. If you put him down in the crib, he might wake up changed and fly away. 
So instead you rock by the window, drinking the light from his skin, breathing his exhaled dreams. 

You heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on his cheeks. He's the one you can't put down."

.Barbara Kingsolver.

 

 He turned FIVE last week.  Five is such a big age.  Five is no longer a baby.  Five is independent.  Five goes to school.  Five.  How is my baby already five?