There are so many moments in the day lately where I wish I could transport myself to my keyboard and write about it all but I’m driving and we’re off from one place to another and I’ve already forgotten what I want to say by the time I’ve got to the traffic light.
This birthday was important to me. Last year I did a pretty shitty job at showing up for her. I knew she wouldn’t remember but I knew this year she would. She’s been talking about her birthday for months. We talked about who we wanted to invite; what theme she wanted to have; what sort of cake she wanted to have; if she wanted to wear a costume, all of it.
I’m indulgent too. So I just wanted to be excessive in giving her all the things that mean something at three. Cake. Water slides. Face crystals. Balloons. Transforming of a regular room into a special room. Presents. Friends. All of the friends.
We did it.
AB’s a birthday kid. Maybe she’ll be one of those people who always really cares about her birthday but maybe she won’t be. But I’ll always tell her that three was the biggest.
At her 3 year old birthday, this is what I learned about AB:
She’ll wear a costume when no one else is
She pokes around all the decorations and the presents the days leading up.
She wears all her costumes and clothes all at the same time after opening them, and then goes and plays with her new toys.
She’s the first one in the pool and the last one out.
A party isn’t a party unless she has at least three outfit moments.
But out of all the moments, it was the one where I put the cake down and she threw her arms around me in front of everyone and said, “Thank you, Mommy! I love you so much!”
Nailed it.
Good night and goodbye.
Small Side Note:
I hate when people say “Happy Friday” when conducting any sort of business. Especially when everyone knows the worst shit comes down the pike on a Friday.
So, no TGIF?????
Love the account of our party girl ❤️
"She’s the first one in the pool and the last one out." So true.