Here We Are Again
Dear Mackenzie, Yesterday, I had a 4 year old, a 3 year old, and a 9.5 month old. Then this morning, I woke up, and I now have a 5 year old. 5 years. Something about 5 years that takes my breath away. Awhile ago, I asked you if you could stay 4 just a little bit longer, you said no. You are excited to be 5. And I understand why. 5 means you're just a few more months away from kindergarten. It also means you're a year away from being allowed to have bubble gum. You also asked to have your ears pierced when you turn 5. It sounds like 5 will be a big year. You know what though? 4 was a great year too. A few months after you turned 4, you patiently waited and waited and waited until Alastair finally arrived. (Believe me, we all waited!) Instantly, you somehow knew that your big sister role suddenly became double the responsibility. Thank you for never complaining when I ask you to grab me a diaper, or keep Alastair entertained, or playing with your sister while I