Fawn at Five.

You are a mama's boy and a daddy's best friend.

You are a baby brother's protector, instigator, and entertainer.

You are a camo-wearing, hunting-loving, Bama-cheering southern lad.

You are a Lego-building, game playing, Transformer-transforming kid.

You are a pirate-talking, joke-telling, laughter-inducing funny boy.

You are a dressing-up, role-playing, map-drawing dreamer.

You are an almost-reading, never-forgetting, constantly-asking learner.

You are God's.

You are ours.

You are loved.