Today, my baby boy is 5 years old. Five years old. It sounds really grown up, doesn’t it? This has been a big one for me. Something about turning 5 signals the end of babyhood. He is officially now a kid. He’ll be going to kindergarten in the fall, and the next thing you know he will be heading off to college! But somehow the thing that is most important to me, is that 5 seems to be the age where memories start to “stick.” I can REMEMBER being 5 years old. It was a million years ago, but I remember it. And that transition, from baby to toddler to child . . . we made it. All that formative stuff that they will never remember but that builds their sense of who they are and how they fit in the world . . . we’ve done that. And now we are moving into the next phase. I know that there will be many phases, for Fletcher and for us as his parents, and that things don’t transition based on a date on the calendar. But I see it happening in him every day in a million, wonderful little ways. He is growing up. It is bittersweet, seeing his babyhood coming to an end. But wonderful. Really, really wonderful.