Five

Tomorrow my babies will be 5. I thought I could type that without tearing up....but I couldn't. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones? There's something big about 5. They just sound older. I'm really not sad, I mean this is the point, right? To have them grow up happy and healthy. Go to school and make friends, learn to read and hopefully have better math skills than their parents. Five is a right of passage, a feeling that "we made it!"  and it feels great!

Most of the time.

Then sometimes I look back at their baby pictures and wish we could do it all over again. Rock and cuddle them as infants one more time at 4am.  I wish I could squeeze Gracie's chubby cheeks, and see Klaire's shy smile at One. Re-live just one day of those "terrible two's" when all we could really do is laugh through the tantrums.  See them develop into little girls rather than toddlers at 3. And right now I'm savoring every last second of them at 4 where I still catch glimpses of those babies of mine. 

Yes, tomorrow they are 5 and they are ecstatic! It's as if they can sense that this is big.  They don't like to talk about school much yet, and when every person they come into contact with asks them if they are excited they just kind of look at me like...I dunno, should I be? Yes, my littles, this is the beginning! A new adventure of independence, friends, knowledge, and so many other things that I can't wait to see.  It is going to be quite a year.  A new baby, school, and all that goes with those life changing events, but I think we're all up for it and can't wait to see where this life leads us next.

What a difference 5 years makes:)