I told Bronwen today that we should just skip over her birthday this year (which is in two weeks) because I'm not ready for her to be five. She said, "Mama, I'll always be your daughter and you'll always be my mama even when I'm grown up. I promise that it'll take me a long time to grow up. But trust me though, when I turn five, I'll be a little bigger . . . but not much."
Oh my sweet girl, if only it were as sure as simply making a promise to take a long time to grow up.