I can not believe my first born is five!! I have a five year old?? I remember, right after he was born, in my postpartum depression state, thinking, will this baby boy ever quit crying? I couldn't wait until he was old enough to talk and not be so dependent on me. Now, after the fact, and after having one other child, I realize that was simply the postpartum talking and being so overwhelmed from being a new, first-time mom. Now, what I wouldn't give to keep him my little boy forever. The little boy who always knows when I need a hug, the little boy who still kisses me bye when I drop him off at school, the little boy who still reaches up to hold my hand when we're in a parking lot or simply somewhere new, the little boy who is not embarrassed by my dancing (he just laughs so hard), the little boy who still melts my heart every time he smiles. I know there's not that many years left until some of those things start to fade, so I'm just going to cherish every moment that he's still my little boy.