Last night, I got in bed with Lily and talked about her big day. Her fifth birthday is today. We giggled about the party. I teased her about the "big surprise" I have on the way. Tucking Lily in is my favorite time of the day.
Then she asked me, "Daddy, are you sad that I won't be four anymore?"
All choked up, I answered, "Yes.....but I'm more excited but just a little sad."
It was not true. I'm really sad. A four year old is just a big toddler, which is still somehow connected to a baby. A five year old is a really, really young kid. My sweet little baby is officially no longer a baby. She is, as Lily often describes herself, "our child."
Five years old means, Kindergarten. She gets taken from my home and sucked up into the big Government School System. D-Fax will start bugging my phones. The big American Society Machine gets to start influencing her tastes in music, art, food, TV, sports, etc. What was once a tiny little life that was all mine, now becomes, in many ways, independent.
So I'm sad today. My baby is growing up. Happy Birthday Lilybean.