Karis turns 5!
My youngest turned 5 last week, a fact that catapulted me into a tailspin of existential angst. How is she so big? Where did this time go? Where is the little girl I carried? etc etc. At the same time, 5 has always been my favorite age. It’s such a great stage, where kids are still cute and curious and cuddly, but also emerging with reason and logic and thoughtfulness. Last year, Karis’s birthday fell in the midst of a family trip, and really just involved cupcakes and some Minnie Mouse plates . . .