6

She will wake up tomorrow and be 6.

I am not even sure how that happened.

It seems like yesterday I was in the tub, with my humongo belly an island in the water, wondering what she would be like.

Now, 6 years later I know that she is

funny and kind and sensitive and smart as a whip.

I know she loves to color and read and be with her friends.

I know her favorite foods are oatmeal and pasta and chocolate chip cookies.

I know she is brave and a pro at the monkey bars.

I know she plans to be a dolphin trainer when she grows up.  And a mommy.

She wants to always live with me.

And right now, boys are yucky.

What I didn't know then, couldn't possibly know at that time,

was how very much I would love her.

How she would completely change my world for the better.

I didn't know how fiercely protective I would feel or how everything would become new again when I saw it through her eyes.

I never fathomed that I would think of her as a friend, at so young, even though I never tell her that, cause I am her mom first, and she best recognize...

I can't believe she is 6.

To celebrate, she wanted a tea party.

Dance floor

 I sent the girls on a scavenger hunt for their party favors. 

One clue was clear across the street!

It was a fun afternoon.

Tea and lemonade and dancing and fashion shows.

Happy 6, kid.