Birthday lunch at school with mommy
Dear Miss A:
This past weekend we celebrated your 6th birthday by watching you basically get catapulted into the air repeatedly in a human sling shot bungee contraption at the local gymnastics center (luckily we ate cake afterwards). You loved every squeal with delight give mommy high blood pressure moment of it.
I can hardly believe you are 6 now! It seems like just yesterday you were born and you were sleeping in the bassinet that Miss C slept in. It was a gorgeous day for your birthday Saturday, much like the day we met you for the very first time.
You’ve experienced a lot of wonderful things in the past year. You started kindergarten, you became a Brownie, you started playing soccer, you got your first stitches, and you are now reading like a pro. You love to dance and sing and there is no curbing your ambition. In the past few weeks you have told me you want to be an artist, an archeologist, and an Irish jig dancer when you grow up. Lately you’ve started to shun all the trappings of being a girly girl and you have torn the knees of your jeans running and climbed many a tree over the past year. Still, despite the fact that you’ve started a beer bottle cap collection and dressed up as a werewolf for Halloween, you love your new American Girl doll and you like to have your hair braided and shop for new shoes. You endear me with some of our indepth conversations at bedtime and your inventive phrases, such as happy crying, and you never cease to amaze me with your infectious imagination and hilarious personality.
We love you to the moon and back, as you’d say, a hundred zillion times.