Five

She woke up, looked up at me, put her head back down and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, she popped back up again to say, "Aren't you going to say 'happy birthday' to me?" And this set the tone for the day. She told anyone who would listen that it was her birthday. And that she was five years old. And did you know it's her birthday? And that she's five now?! Her Sunday school class sang to her. After church, we went to Red Robin where the servers sang to her and gave her ice cream (the main thing she'd been looking forward to - being sung to in a restaurant). We had cake at home and sang to her. They sang to her at Awana's. AND she got sung to on the phone a couple times. It was her dream come true - the world revolved around her for a day. She made sure of that.
Gift she's most excited to have, her "huly hoop." Not hula, huly. The thing I grabbed on a whim, that cost a whopping $4. Favorite gift. But of course, we haven't picked up her new bike yet and haven't put the swing set together.
Now that she's five, I can teach her what 5 year olds do. She's still young enough to believe most of what I say. "Five year olds don't whine Mikayla." "Five year olds can do chores!" Or, about a skirt that's too small but she loves it, "Oh, Mikayla, that skirt is size 4." Yeah, she doesn't want to wear it anymore. She's five now, you see.
(Sorry all that is a couple days late. I have 3 kids, you know!)