Our sweet boy turns five tomorrow. He laughs huge guffaws. He eats oatmeal almost every day. He knows that a trip to the coffee shop means a latte for Mommy and a cocoa for him. His excitement does not mean much to him until he shares it with his sis. He likes to be on Daddy's team when we play cards. The first five years have been sweet, my boy. Can't wait for the rest.