Five! You are five years old today, big brown dog. I started this silly ole blog with nothing more to write about than you, my very first baby. Every other post was about you. And now you have two little brothers who definitely try to steal the show. But I don't think you mind. You are thrilled that Porter can now kick a soccer ball your way and throw a tennis ball far enough for you to get to run a little. And I promise Keller isn't far behind him. Soon you'll have two crazy boys giving you a run for your money. So yes, rest up while you can. We all love you and wish you a very happy FIFTH birthday. Thank you for being patient and kind and forever lovable.
P.S. Baby Sherman. Oh my.