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My baby is five today.

I'm happy that she doesn't need me so much. She rides a two-wheeler, writes words, and gets dressed all by herself.  As much as I'm happy about that, I'm also sad that she doesn't need me more. 

She is a big girl now.  Even at five the adult she is going to be is showing through in hints here and there.

She is a fashionista who loves boots and wearing pink.

She is a character!  She cracks herself up and us just as much. 

She is strong.  She loves to run and play sports and doesn't let those boys push her around.

She is a kind soul.  She'll befriend anyone.  She is most loyal to her big sis.

This time five years ago, I sat in a hospital bed getting to know my baby.  Even now as she sleeps in her twin bed, I can still see that sweet face I saw for the first time five years ago today.

She needs me a little less today than she needed me yesterday.  And for that I am happy...and sad.