Today Ian is five years old. I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around this. When kids turn five, they suddenly seem so old, and the toddler stage has been left far behind. This morning I was informed by my sweet boy that I only have “one year of cuddles left” because when he turns six he will be too old for that sort of thing. (Oh Ian, I hope not!) So I will enjoy today celebrating his life and all that he means to me. 

By the way, he requested carne asada for his birthday dinner. I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming!

Happy Birthday Ian!