What I want you to know about five

What I want you to know about yourself at five...
Oh where to begin. Well, you are all boy. You wander groggy-eyed and grumpy out of your room each morning, and within three minutes you go from my sleepy snuggle bug to full speed awesomeness. You love to run. You love to jump. You love to sing.
You're tough. I mean like wrestle a 6'5" cop kinda tough. Although to be fair, you have been known to holler for you mom when Daddy's got you pinned. Then as soon as he lets you up, you do the Angry Bird holler and run right back for more.
You love to talk. Sometimes when you get super excited your voice gets pretty high. Hence the nickname Beaker. You have so much to say about so many things so often, it just gets hard to fit it all into one breath.
You are smart. I'm fairly sure you are going to be smarter than me. Hence you shouldn't read this until you're an adult.
 You're my little gps while we're driving, and I'll be darned if you're not right most of the time. You're memory is amazing. When I can't find my keys, you're the first person I ask. You can locate anything at any time with the notable exception of your shoes. You can never find both shoes at the same time.

You believe that the world should be fair. When someone is being picked on, you have no fear I mean no.fear. of standing up for others. I've seen you do this with friends and most especially your sister. And although it has gotten you and I in some sticky situations more than once, it is one of the things about you that I am most proud of. It reminds of your Dad.
I believe that is what I would call being not only compassionate but also brave.
You're strong willed. The smart and the strong willed make for some challenging moments, but I cannot wait to see you use that as you grow up. I listen to you and think that one day no one will ever be able to stop this kid from whatever he sets his mind too.
You love. I mean wrestle people to the ground and hug them til it hurts love. Write letters to people and give away your toys to people kind of love. We were all very blessed by the abundance of Angry Birds that you kept trying to give all of us last year for Christmas. And I'm not sure what an 18-year-old needed a giant Scooby Doo pillow for, but you dang sure wanted him to have it.

You still snuggle. You'll run and play and wear yourself out and then plop down beside me. At night you still sneak into my bed to snuggle, and the truth is that I love that.
You bestest friend in the entire world and person you love the most is your sister. You sit with her while she does treatments. You've spent countless hours playing Pet Shop with her while she's hooked to machines. Every Friday night you announce that the two you will be having a sleepover in someones room. You giggle. You argue with her. And not five minutes later the two of you are giggling again. The two of you together just make my heart happy.
You're so excited to have another sibling. You're praying for a boy. The first week of school you brought home a drawing of our family. There was Dad, Mom, Grace, you and your new sibling. Also you drew Angry Birds.

You can do the best face scrunch I've ever seen. You scrunch your little eyebrows and your forehead, and it never shows up well in pictures. I giggle every time you do it. And I have to tell you that many times I've sent you to your room just so you wouldn't see me belly laugh at that face.
Oh my sweet Seth, you are just ah-mazing. You're my Bubba, my little bit, my precious baby boy. I do love you so <3