You come running at me...curls tangled and flying with the wind....
"Mommy! Mommy!" out of breath, expectantly, "Am I five...Am I really five!?"
We had a little birthday party...not too many guests, because you are shy.
We sang the song, you looking down, cheeks flushed...smiling.
We had homemade macaroni and cheese "because my friends will really like that."
You ate yours with ketchup.
You have the blisters of determination on the palms of your hands, because there are monkey bars at the park behind our house.
You taught yourself how to tie your shoes.
Your best friend is a dog.
You love to play Uno.
You have to help me because, you say...
"I'm a servant!"
My little Martha.
I love you.