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.
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.