We had a little party at our neighborhood playground.
A few friends...
The family, of course...
Birthday cake...
And presents. Equals four-year-old bliss. She tells me that she feels older, and that there are lots of things she can do now that she's four years old- and she believes it too. I love that. Even though the one thing involving not wearing a pull-up to bed anymore didn't turn out so well.
That girl. She drives me completely crazy with her insistence that she be seen and heard every moment of every day. But when I stop to think about it...that is such an important thing for a woman in this world:
To be seen. And heard.
One day when she's older, I hope I can talk with her about her gift for being seen and heard and help her understand how she can use it for good. I know that she is who she is for a reason. And I'm pretty sure the reason is not to drive me insane. Even though it seems like it sometimes.
Happy birthday to my bella girl. I never knew it was possible to be frustrated, exhausted and profoundly happy and grateful all at the same time until you came into my life. I hope you keep me crying and laughing for a very long time.
4 comments:
Daughters. They are a special challenge.
Wait--I see grass! And happy birthday to Marley--has it really been 4 years??
I miss her!! Wish we could have been there to help celebrate.
Happy Birthday to Marley! We need to keep our little birthday twins apart, I think. They sound WAY too much alike!
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