You, Moosh, turn Big Three today! My little girl is growing younger today. No kindergarten next year. No learning to ride your bike without training wheels this year. No learning to play the piano this year. You are turning Big Three today and going to preschool again next year. Thank goodness you decided to grow backwards this year.
I know you think you are turning five today and that that makes you “almost an adult,” but you will always be my little girl. I tease you relentlessly because I love you. Your mom gets emotional when she thinks of the number of words in your vocabulary now, and she wants you to stop growing. I want you to stop growing as well, but I am so glad that you have all those words in your vocabulary (even if they don’t all make sense when they are put together in a sentence). You have become so smart and I swell with pride when you retort what I say with a simple sentence based on some logic that actually makes perfect sense, but that a four year old should never be able to think of on her own (I think you would make a great law student, but your mom would make me sleep in the man cave if I wished law school on you). Some of my favorite times with you have been when we drive places and make up stories to tell each other, or when we work on a project together and you carry on a conversation with me. I loved coming home the other night to you watching the BBC News; and when I asked what you were doing you looked at me like I was naive and you said, “I’m watching the news.” You have become one of my best friends and one person I love to hang out with. I never get tired of being woken up by a playful punch in the face from you, or your constant jumping on my stomach while I’m napping on the floor. I get excited and proud when you constantly ask me to show you my toys from when I was a kid.
You are no longer just my daughter, you are my buddy and I hope that never changes.
So, happy fifth birthday Moosh.
P.S. Thank you for playing with my He-Man toys for a few days even though they were, as your mother says, “creepy boy toys.”