August 19, 2010
Finally five, my bright eyed boy. You can read and ride a bike. Build Lego from your maps and want to be a fireman when you grow up. You have a great sense of adventure and think that every new plan 'awesome'. You love soccer and scoring goals and your competitive streak has dealt with the disappointment of not being the best at something. I worry that you are not resilient enough to withstand the humps and bumps that you will encounter but I know that your heart is open and honest and generous and I hope that this will hold you in steed for what is to come. Five means that I will soon lose you to school and another world that I will not be entirely privy to. I will let you go, wobbling on life's training wheels as you enter this big new exciting world.
A day late with this post, you woke up today and asked "Am I still five?" Yes, my boy for a whole nother year. Happy Birthday Luca. May five be fabulous.