June 13, 2013


She didn't eat her cupcake.

At school, it being the end of the year, they had an ice cream party. Plus her cupcakes. Plus someone else brought in yet more cupcakes. So by the time she got home she had "had too many sweets." But she still wanted us to sing. And she still wanted to wear the tiara. We took silly photos and measured her on the wall (she grew a tiny bit since the last time) and curled up and read a book and watched a movie of her choice and ate eggs and bacon for dinner because that's what she picked.

And now, seven. My sweet baby, a baby no more. A strong, wonderful girl. How lucky am I?