Every time one of my kids has a birthday, I always half-compose a sappy blog post, gushing about the year we’ve had, the amazing kid they’re growing into, how fast time is flying, etc. It’s all the stuff every parent feels each time their baby blows out another candle on their birthday cake! It doesn’t make any of it less true or real, but when I sit down to actually write the blog post, it is never as honest as it feels in my head or my heart. Everything comes out cheesy and not authentic and never what I really want to say.
So just know this: birthdays, with kids? They are awesome and terrible. The march forward of time has been more evident to me lately for a lot of reasons so when I think back to what I was doing seven years ago (literally, right now, 11:23am on March 28, 2007, I was PUSHING a HUMAN out of my LADY PARTS.), it seems kind of unbelievable. That baby is now this kid.
It’s a bittersweet reminder that all of this is so fleeting and temporary and someday she’ll be a grownup and WAAAAHHHHH NO.
So we trapped her in room with streamers this morning, hoping that maaaaybe it would keep her from aging? Or at least shield her from the outside world? Like Rapunzel in her tower!
It didn’t work. Poop.
Then she opened her presents with her helpers.
And tonight we’ll eat pizza and possibly go get ice cream. Then tomorrow she’s having her Grandma Party with all the grandmas and pap-paps. Then we’ll blink and it will be time for another birthday and I’ll be feeling All The Feelings all over again.
I also interviewed her like I did a few years ago (though I can’t remember if I ever posted it anywhere??), with some different questions. I’d like to keep this up and see how her answers change each year. It’s long and I’m mostly posting it here for me, but if you’re in the mood for watching a goofball, go ahead :)