Yesterday Quinn turned 5! I had a really hard time letting go of yesterday. There may have even been tears. When I was snuggling Quinn in bed he finally said, "Mom, when are you going to let go of me?" He meant the excessive squeezing and hugging, but I couldn't help but to think of that question in another way. Man is letting go hard. Five just feels so damn old. He isn't a baby or toddler--he is a boy. It kind of hurts. I didn't expect to feel this way. Quinn is so special. I know every ...