FIVE

Dear Sage,

Today you turn 5! Happy Birthday buddy!

July 18, 2008, you accepted Jesus into your heart. I didn't write it down, I just kept that date tucked away in my heart. Four days after you turned four. I was getting ready for the day, you were sitting on our bed. You started asking about Jesus. And we ended up praying together. It was so sweet. I was ecstatic and called your dad. He was cautious. But time and time again, we've talked about having Jesus in your heart and you readily state that Jesus is in yours. Last Sunday, Miss Julie from Heartland pulled your dad aside and told him that you have a special gift and a heart for Jesus that makes her think you'll be a worship leader or a pastor. We pray you live passionately for Jesus.

Four has been a really fun year. You make jokes and understand jokes. You get sarcasm. You speak sarcasm. You finally understand my love language!

You're helpful. You're kind. You play well with others. Your hands must be clean at all times. A napkin to wipe them off will not suffice, it must be a wet wipe or wash cloth. But you eat your boogers.

Sage, I have joked with you that I don't want you to turn five. I have so enjoyed you being four. I like four. I can reason with four. Four understands when he isn't patient or kind or needs to control his anger or change his attitude. Four has been so good.

But, I am excited for five. I have great expectations for five. Four was good, five is going to be great.

I love you to the moon, back to earth, around the orbit, back to the moon and back.

Love,

Mom