i don’t have to tell you. you already know it’s your birthday. you’ve been asking for months when the day would arrive. you are no longer four-and-a-half as you have proclaimed proudly for the last 12 months. you are 5! my goodness. can i just make you 5 forever? i know i can’t that’s silly! but you can’t blame me. you are still the perfect amount of little boy and squishy baby, though your limbs are quickly gaining length and your checkerboard vans barely fit. before i know it you will be taller than me. sigh. i love you so much knox. stay curious and kind. thank you for all the joy you bring me each and every second of the day.