You were six months old and full of fun
With a blink of the eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head, and you turned two.
At two you were very dependent on me,
But independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday; another year I tried to ignore,
But when I lit the candles,
there weren't three, but four.
Four was the year that you really strived,
Why look at you now; you're already five!
Now you are ready for books...