My sweet boy. This is a week of birthdays, celebrations, first soccer games, family and friends. It is dramatic and a bit melancholic, for me, as for most mothers...that familiar squeeze over my heart, as I look at my big boy running around a soccer field, oblivious of his mother, happy in the joy of running, kicking, and having the appropriate gear (we take gear very seriously, around here). That great pride in his independence, that small sadness that we can never go back, that he will never again be four, or three, or two, or my sweet, busy, bright-eyed baby. I could get quite silly about this. But onward and upward! Into the sixth grand year of life, my little man!