And just like that...

She was five.

And a member of the Hitler Youth. HA! Kidding!

She's five. She's been five for 19 days now. Sometimes I catch myself looking at her and wondering how it came to be that I have a five year old.

Sometimes I wonder how it is possible that I have only known this little person for five years. It seems as though she has always been apart of me. Maybe she has always been there I just didn't know it at the time.

Other times I think that five years is nothing. We haven't even begun to scratch the surface of this girl.

She is so complex and simple at the same time. Sometimes I think that all she would ever need to survive in this world is watermelon, scooby doo, and friends to play with outside. Other times, she's like a little Da'Vinci code all to herself.

There are days that I would like to put her in a box and ship her to the most remote place on the planet.

There are nights that I make Steven go get her out of bed and put her into our bed.

I'm afraid sometimes that I won't remember what she looks like right at this moment. That I'll forget that perfectly imperfect voice.

I think about five years from now. She'll be 10. Then 15. 20. 25. Five came so fast and the next 5 and the next is just around the corner.

She doesn't understand that just because you're older doesn't mean you're taller. This upsets more than earth quakes. She's destined to be a shrimp.

I wonder sometimes why she is so defiant. So independent. So flippant. Then I look in the mirror.

I wonder sometimes why she is so reserved. So loyal. So thoughtful. Then I look at the person I married.

She's five. She's a hot mess. She's our Little Bit.