My little camper is five years old. If it’s even possible, I think I get more emotional every year around the boys’ birthdays.

To Finn, it took an eternity to get here. And on Wednesday at 7:14am, when he officially turned 5 years old I told him he’d never-ever-ever be four years old again and that made him the happiest 5 year old boy in the world. Robbie told me he’d said something along those same lines to him the night before. And we had a little parent moment. There’s no turning back time.

Everything gets smaller as you get bigger. Importantly, Paddle Pops and Mars Bars. But time too. I don’t fully understand the science behind how time speeds up as you get older. I imagine that hours and days feel shorter, because the percentage of your life that each hour takes up gets smaller. And when I think about the conversations I’ll soon be having with Finn about how older kids won’t always be so mean and study won’t always be so hard and girls won’t always be so confusing, I know that for him these periods of awkwardness and confusion will seem to last a lifetime.

We had his birthday party last weekend. It was a sweet little party with just a few friends and their parents who we can drink wine with. Of course that’s not how we decided which children to invite. Yes, it was. Because he’s five and as long as the girl he decided to marry last week is there (and her cute older sister), we’re good to go.

Finn, my beautiful boy – Happy birthday. You’ve always been a thinker. Serious, determined, adamant about making things right and a fighter for social justice like your mama. You’re sensitive. You get anxious when you watch Curious George. You know that little monkey is supposed to get into a predicament in every episode but you just can’t relax until he’s managed to get out of whatever trouble he got himself into. You’re also smart and because you’re smart you’re funny. You remember everything. You can recall movie lines verbatim after watching a show once. And you do accents really well. Your southern accent is tight. Although you don’t know it as your “southern accent”, its just the accent you do when you’re pretending to be a grown up.

My darling, we love you more than you could ever fathom. You test us in ways we never thought we could be tested by a small child. You are our light and our chaos and you make us proud every day.

A big thank you to Stacey of the shop Pretty Social for the gorgeous Little Camper decorations. Here are some pictures from the day, and for a more detailed look at how I set up the Little Camper party, see my Gazette article Finn’s Camping Themed Party.

little camper party
little camper party
little camper party
little camper party
little camper party
little camper party