You did it! You’re 5 now. You are a big boy. No question about it!
Hunter’s very first question to his mommy this morning was: Am I 5 now? He has been anxiously awaiting this milestone. For a few months he has told people who mention that he is 4, “I’m a big four,” not to be confused with some pre-schoolish-tyke in the ‘hood who was just a small or regular four. Being five and being big are veeeeery important to my Hunter-Magoo! I have never seen anyone want a birthday so bad!
Oh, I love you, you good-looking little blond-haired,green-eyed, stylin’, smarty-pants. I love how you never. ever. forget. anything. Usually. Not so much how you accidentally changed the “Nonna is ten-times older than me” to “Nonna is ten-times bigger than me.” That, I could do without. But kid? You make me laugh. You make me smile. You make me look at you really intently to see if you are the spitting image of your dad or of your mom. Which is it? You look and act and talk and walk and run and play exactly like both of them!
But when we went to lunch the other day and you started licking your lips in anticipation of the corn dog that was on its’ way, Oh, you were your mommy through and through: excited about life! Anticipating delicious food! Yum!
Happy Birthday, Magoo. I love your heart. I love your strong opinions. I love that you absolutely already know exactly what you’re going to do when you grow up (fly airplanes and help sick and poor people get to hospitals, as well as lead worship all over the world in many different languages). I love that you question everything and know everybody. I love that when you get a nice captive audience, like in the ladies’ bathroom on shopping trip while you are waiting on mommy, you become a very vocal evangelist, loudly proclaiming to the women there that they shouldn’t love Target more than Jesus. And all those imaginary friends you witness to and pray for? Oh, kiddo, I bet you’re getting points in heaven for it! You are going to win the whole wide world for Jesus if you get your way!
Happy happy days, Hunter. You crack me up and fill my heart with love!…Nonna
NOTE TO SELF: Fashion a cake for Hunter’s party. Including the lightening bolts he has mentioned relentlessly for several months.