Five

My boy is five today!

One full hand of fingers. No longer a baby, not a toddler, and now not even a preschooler. He's five. Five year olds do so many things.

They

go to Kindergarten,

learn how to read,

lose teeth,

figure out how to ride a bike,

learn how to win and lose.

He doesn't need to be swaddled, burped, fed, or pushed in a stroller.

But he does still

need hugs,

cry in frustration,

hear noises in the dark,

want someone to lay with him while he falls asleep.

He's still my boy.

The one I waited for

Who looks exactly like his daddy

With the wild imagination

He's my Asher, the boy I love.