Five. No Jive.

When TD was little she went nuts for the Elmo video, "Five. No Jive!"  That seems like eons ago. Today, my oldest girl, my first baby turns five. 

When you were my little bean.

 I've been going through photos this week, looking over our past few years and seeing how she has changed and yet stayed the same.  Those same big eyes looked up at me as a baby that exude an excited charm today.  As a toddler her blond hair took its sweet time growing in and now look.

You are tying your shoes, getting your own snacks, getting ready to ride the big yellow bus to kindergarten next year and already asking me if it is possible to be a "sweets maker", dancer, paleontologist, mommy, a writer and be just like me.  You melt my heart.  You make me smile with your funny words like "Fwuffle" (meaning: warm and cozy.  "I'm going to get all fwuffly now.") and sayings like, "Oh! Peas and Butterscotch!"  Both of which I think should be trending right now and added to the Webster's Dictionary. 

Happy Birthday my sweet girl.  As much as I hate to admit it, you are my little princess.  I love you.