Blais woke up this morning next to me. He buried his hands into my hair (as he has since the day he could reach up) and whispered gently: “Mama, face this 
way!” I smiled to myself and turned around. “It’s my birthday today! I am five!”
Blais has been waiting for this day for months. He could’t wait to be big like his brothers. I keep telling him not to worry. It will be like a blinking of an eye and he will be kissing me goodbye and driving off to college.
He doesn’t believe me.
I showed him the photos from the day he was born saved in the blog archives (click here)
(it’s so nice to have this blog, you can be anywhere in the world and have your memories at your fingertips…)
I was so fascinated with the whole birthing experience that I wrote the longest ‘Birth Story” ever…