Jaxton Isaac: Five Years Old

Once upon a time, a small seven-pound baby boy was born. His mom turned around to help care for his older three siblings, and suddenly that baby boy was FIVE. 

At least that's how it feels. And five is a really big number because it requires all of your fingers on one hand to show how old you are!

Jax, you've never acted your age - always above it because you've wanted to do and be everything your older brothers and sister could do. 

This year I'm instituting a new rule: you have to stay five for five years. No more growing taller. No more running faster. No more learning how to read. No more anything that puts you on a path to getting big. I want you to stay my lil buddy.

Except I know that rule will be broken, probably even before I finish writing this post. Your body never stops going, your mind is always churning, and your mouth is always... talkingmovinglaughingasking.

And if I'm honest, keeping you little wouldn't be a good thing. God wants you to know, love, and serve him, and the best way you can do that is to keep on growing - year by year - toward him.

Birthday breakfast... dabbing and muffins. Some boys smile nice and say cheese. Others dab and make strange faces.

Birthday gifts... well some of them. You opened a box of Lego's at breakfast and had them opened, spread out, and mostly assembled by bedtime.

Birthday family... always, always, always remember we love you, we are proud of you, and we are on your team. We are your biggest cheerleaders!

Birthday dessert... and you requested the "balloon piece with the most frosting."

Belated birthday... Nana came a couple of days after your birthday and the celebration of love continued.

Jaxton Isaac, you are a gift. God has loaned you to me for a short time and I'm cherishing each moment. I really am! You light a room with your smile, you give the best hugs, you are aware of the feelings of others, and you amaze a crowd with your quick wit. I sure do love you.

Happy 5th Birthday Buddy!