In 23 days, this little girl will be five.
FIVE. Years old.
I can hardly believe it. And, it totally freaks me out. For a long time, I thought she would always be my baby. Not just because she’s my kid, but because I thought she’d be my last. So, Jonah changed all that, but I still feel very reluctant for Sophie to get so old. I’m having a hard time letting her get there.
Sophie’s developmental delays have necessitated that she and I spend a lot (and I mean A.LOT. ) of time one-on-one. (And I don’t want to brag but a certain almost-five-year-old scored “advanced” on the school readiness test they gave her in September at preschool. WHAT UP!?) And so over the past 13 months or so we’ve grown super-tight. No one can melt my heart quicker or make my blood boil faster than my Sophie can. And I think if an almost-five-year old could express such sentiments, she’d say the same about me. We bring out the best and the fiercest in each other.
She’s had a banner year and I am SO proud of her. But I still want her to stay four for at least another six months!
FIVE? My heart can’t take it!