This week my middle son is turning 5...wow. I watched him today on the ice totally in his element, he was so focused grinning from ear to ear he is his father's son. I watched him today climb the hill at the neighbour's cheeks red full of determination as he climber up to the top and then rolled laughing down the other side he is his auntie Header's nephew. I watched him today walk by me and give me a little swat on the butt and run away laughing he is his morfar's grandson. I watched him hug his little brother and make him laugh with glee despite teething he is my son. I watched him ask one question after another with wonder he is Elmo's grandson. I watched him brag about his prowess on the ice so proud he is his grandmother's grandson. I watched him quietly accept what was being told and then say what he thought he is his poppa's grandson. He is a piece of my heart, he is my laughter, he is my wonder, he is my determination, he is my constgant reminder to breathe and take in the moments, he is my miraculous hell on wheels he is my David and he will be 5.