On Sunday, he turned five. 

For the first time, this milestone didn't bring me to tears.

For the first time, I spent his birthday not missing the baby he used to be,

but embracing the boy he has become.

I look at him now,

and instead of thinking about how much I wish I could keep him little forever,

I think about all that lays ahead of him,

all the possibilities,

all the hopes and dreams

for what he will one day accomplish.

And I can't help but think about how amazing he's going to be.