5ive – Cameron is five. She dances, she smiles, she demands to be treated like the big girl she is, yet, cuddles in to the crook of my arm and says “mama, i love you, thank you for being my mama”.
5ive – the number of meetings i have today.
5ive – the number of days i have until i turn thirty.
5ive – the number of times i have thanked the world just this morning for the magnificence of my friends.
5ive – the number of times i changed my socks this morning, looking for the perfect pair to keep my frosty toes warm.
5ive – the number of cups of coffee i need to get started this morning.
5ive – the number of times Cam said, before she fell asleep last night, “i love my family. we’re all little and beautiful”.
5ive – the number of emails in my inbox.
5ive – the number of kisses Cam gave me when she went to school this morning.
5ive – the number of times i smiled when i looked at spiderman this morning. i trust you with my penguin socks, like you trust me with him.