Arwen is 5.
Arwen is 5. She never misses a meal, first one to the table, last one to leave. This is endearing to me because she is adventurous when it comes to food (and making friends).
Her temper is as big as her appetite, but we know all the right privileges to withhold to get her best behavior out of her. She’s a foot stomper, shutting her door but crying loudly enough for the sound to carry through on our behalf.
Getting herself ready these summer mornings means three ponytails (from her big sister), a bracelet on one wrist, a watch on the other, a flashy necklace, and one of my hand-me-down bags to complete the look.
She doesn’t understand the newness of going off to kindergarten. She’s eager to tell everyone she’ll start kindergarten, but I know she can’t understand the bigness of the school or the student body. We tell her that she’ll see Seth in passing through the kindergarten fence. He’ll wave and tell his friends, “That’s my baby sister.” She’ll wave and say, “That’s my big brother.” This is the only year that all three of them will be on the same school ground.
