Five hurts my heart. Five, just feels like half a decade, which doesn't sound nearly as monumental as it hit me.
Isaac is every bit as strong willed as a first born should be. He challenges us. He keeps us on our toes. He ensures that we're always vigilant, because if not, oh boy, he's going to be there calling us on it.
He is silly. He is earnest. He loves his family and Jesus. He is laughter. He is tickle fights and races and puzzles and lego creations. He loves people and is constantly seeking new friends, whether they are his age or not.
He sucks his cheeks in when he is embarrassed or proud, or embarrassed he's proud, but he wants our approval and we want nothing more than to give it.
Happy 5th birthday, Isaac. I have no doubt you're going to do amazing things!