There's just something about five.
She has more patience for her little sister.
She asks hundreds of questions a day.
She tells jokes, and has a million stories to share.
She has her own little friendships, and is well-liked by her classmates.
She dresses herself with originality and style.
And she wants to help.
This means a very wet floor and counter. It also means that while I made dinner, she learned a new skill, and did it with care and attention.
Her little face lit up with pride when I praised her, and she learned that by helping, she freed me up to do a craft, cuddle up with a story, and just spend time together before Daddy and Jude got home from school.
This little girl is five now, and I'm loving it, and her, so much.