It's okay.

So if the five people that read my blog are still with me after my dirty little secret I want to tell you that JB read that post this weekend in horror and wanted me to clarify that there are not poo piles and rotten apples littered through our house on a daily basis.  He wants to share that he knows I clean up after Stonie on a regular basis because he gets an extremely angry text from me as I'm cleaning it up and he wants the record to state that he throws away brown apples on a daily basis, so they aren't technically "rotten".  Whatever.

So Betsy turns 5 Friday.  Five is a biggie.  No more cute little concentration faces when she tries to hold up the right number of fingers.  It is a whole hand.  It means Kindergarten.  So that being said, I've been whining about her turning five a lot.  I keep saying to JB, "Can you BELIEVE she is FIVE?!"

I was talking to my mom the other day about it.  She is turning the big 6-0 this year and she is in shock.  She said she barely slept a wink a few nights ago because she was lying in bed racking her brain about WHERE the time went.  She said she was thinking of 50 and what she was doing at 50, how old we were and what my brother and I were up to...then at 40, then at 30.  You get the picture.  She was dazed about how fuzzy it all was and how FAST it had all happened.

So she's lamenting about a 30+ year period and here I am saying the same thing about FIVE...over and over.  It doesn't matter HOW much time is passing.  Time. Is. Passing.

I guess Bet has been listening to me whine because last night I was tucked in bed with her, my head on her pillow right beside hers.  We had just finished reading a book.  I hugged her and said, "Well, Bet.  Only a few more days til you are five."  She hugged me back and rubbed my back with her little hand.  "You are SO sad aren't you mommy.  It's going to be okay."  She keeps rubbing my back and kisses me on the forehead, just like I've comforted her so many times.

Oh, I want to remember this sweet moment with my 4-year-old, but I also remember feeling that EXACT same way back here about my 3 year-old.

The thing about it is, I'm going to not want to let go of ANY age, but it IS going to be okay.  I pray that God blesses me with MANY more milestones so that when I'm 60 I can stay up all night trying to remember them.