Five

Five years ago today, my son was born. As everyone always says, everything changed that day. (Cliches are cliches because they're true, right?) In some ways, these five years have gone by in a blink. In some ways, I really can't even remember what it was like before he was here. He's just everything. It's funny. I kind of feel like those early days are a blur. I forget what it was like when he was very tiny, because he's clearly not that baby anymore. He's a (very) tall, mouthy, strong-willed, intelligent, sensitive boy who amazes and annoys (enrages?) me on a daily basis. He defines who I am as a person. My questioning of myself mainly stems from him, as does much of my sense of identity. I waited 31 years for him, yet in a way I feel like he's always been with me.