As with a lot of things, I've been noticing a lot of "lasts" that Ian will be doing as a 5 year old. I'm having a tougher time with Ian turning 6 than when I turned 35. I took tomorrow off so that we can do our usual birthday morning ritual. We're gonna do breakfast someplace, head over to the park to play, take some pictures of him and us together, and then head home around 11am so that we can sing happy birthday at 11:25am. Then he's officially a 6 year old.


So, this might be the last time I see him playing Hot Wheels as a 5 year old, and it struck me as a milestone in my mind, since I used to love playing with Hot Wheels cars too. So I snuck into the workshop and grabbed the 85 f/1.8 and clicked off a single shot. He caught me after the shutter clicked and gave me that "Daaaaaad!" look. 5 going on 15.


How can something that makes me feel so proud, make me feel so sad at the same time?


My 5 year old is slipping away.