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To be 5

His face is bright and shining as he meets us at the door, blue eyes sparkling as he hops from one foot to the other in excitement.  Pizza with pineapple and Canadian bacon is on its way, Grandpa has gift bags in his  hands and Gramma has balloons.  One balloon has a monkey on it, one has Ninja turtles and one has a cake with candles.  Oh, birthdays are soooo exciting when you are 5!

“Gramma , Gramma, look at the cake!  I helped decorate it!  Can I open my presents now?  Can I?  Pleeeaase?  Look what Mommy and Daddy got me!  An airplane that drives on the ground with a remote!  And a bulldozer!  Look, it can pick up the Legos!  You brought root beer! I LOVE root beer!! ”  Hardly stopping to take a breath, he darts from one thing to another, proudly showing off what he can do with his new toys.

Laughing, Grandpa sets the gift bags on the table.  “EJ, let us get our coats off!  Happy birthday, buddy.  That’s a pretty cool airplane!”  “I picked it out all by myself.  See, it can go forward and it can turn.  Watch out for the propellers, Grandpa, they might hurt you.  Can I open my presents now?” “Ok, Ok.  let’s take them over here.  Let Gramma sit down by you.”

I sit cross legged on the floor next to the big gift bags decorated with Mickey Mouse.  Tissue paper starts flying.  Out of one comes a small train set.  Out of the other comes packages with more train cars.  There were circus cars, and flatbed cars carrying tanks, and passenger cars, and more engines.  Oh, and at the bottom of the bag a shirt and a pair of pants.  Those just get tossed to Mom.

“Open this, open this”, he hands each of us a set of train parts.  Sissy gets the circus train, Gramma gets the tracks.  Daddy gets the screwdriver so he can put the batteries in the engines.  Once the tracks are open, EJ grabs them from my hands and takes them to his Daddy.  Down on hands and knees, on the kitchen floor, the two of them start to build the track.  Dark heads together, deciding which piece goes where.  For a moment, I see two 5 year-olds.  They look almost exactly the same.  Same blue eyes, same long eyelashes, same dark hair, same infectious grin.  They could have been twins.  Then I blink my eyes and see that one is really almost 32 years old.  Sigh, somedays I wish he really was 5 again.

The track is together, batteries are in the engines and in the railroad crossing.  Excitement as the cars are hooked up and set on track.  Laughter as they derail.  Wait, wait!  A dragon has to be set up next to the tracks to guard them.  Wait, wait!  The bucket of the back hoe has to be filled with Legos to dump on the train.  Pizza, just put it there Mom.  I’m busy right now.

Finally, he wants cake.  White cake, with white frosting and sprinkles on top.  Mommy makes good cake.  The lights are dimmed, the candles lit and a chorus of Happy Birthday sung.  EJ's 5th birthdayMake a wish, blow out the candles.  Two bites of cake, and it’s back to the train.

It’s time for Gramma and Grandpa to go.  He reaches to be picked up.  Arms around my neck, a great big squeeze, and then, he lays his head on my shoulder.  I love you, monkey boy.  I love you too, Gramma.

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