But she did it. Turned two, I mean. And it was so sweet. No waking up wanting only to open presents. No asking for a birthday party with a clown and a bouncehouse. Just her, completely unaware of any significance to the day, enabling us to postpone her birthday until 3 o'clock when there was a mystery trip to the Critter Barn in Zeeland so she could pet all the animals she could get her hands on.
Then there was Papa doing popcorn on the tramp and making the kids fly so high we thought they'd never come back.
And three siblings who were maybe as excited as she was to see her turning two.
Now you'll have to excuse this lazy blogger as I step away from my computer and into the white diaper for a road trip to the Sugar Cottage for ten or so days of cousins and Fourth of July and polyester athletic wear and learning how to do all of it without Mumsy for the first time. Makes my heart sigh to think about it.
This is me being real. Wistful. Nostalgic. Weepy. The usual.