Yesterday he turned five. With not the slightest promise of slowing (or calming) down. Still by far, my most reckless and rambunctious son. A boy we find ourselves in tears of frustration over regularly, armed with a fierce sense of autonomy and old school grit, unapologetic in his toughness and downright fearless above the rest. But also someone I've come to admire most in my life. Knowing full and well those same traits that tear me up at times as his mother, will also be the ones that will serve him best down life as a man. Creative and funny, the life of the party, confident beyond his years. He is a handful and at times a bully, but intensely loyal and the absolute sweetest thing his baby bother has known so far in his short life. He is and always will be a force to be reckoned with. With a face you can't help but fall in love with. And now just like that, he's five.
Happiest birthday, Rex Michael Kraus.
Photos taken on a summer day at my mom's house by Ashley last year.