In the one year since my youngest daughter turned five, she's started school, become more confident on piano and on ice skates, ridden a scooter along the sidewalks of Seattle, gone to the doctor to get stitches for the first time, learned to write lower case, and grown several inches.
She has her birthday party on Sunday, but today is the real day to say happy birthday to her. It is also her day to be special helper at school, where there is a bake sale too. And tomorrow it's pajama day.
I'm sure it's good to be six.
P.S. Happy birthday to my cousin too (who'll be at our house Sunday), and to Australia, although it's already pretty much over on that continent as I write this.