Last week, you had a birthday. Sometimes I miss the days when I would craft you a sweet letter each month to mark your progress, but pesky tasks like feeding everyone dinner and showering prevent me to dote on you with the fervor of a first time mom. Know that I love you girlie, even if your sweet birthday letter is a bit on the late side.
You choose a Wreck it Ralph/Art/Princess birthday party. Because I am your mom, I may have baked cupcakes at 3 AM after the cake collapsed the night before. Dad was certain we could salvage the cake with frosting, but I was unconvinced.
Also in April, you donated 10 inches of hair to Locks of Love. After the haircut, you looked nervous and I asked if you wanted to cry. You said, "maybe." Then we sat quietly together in the mall. A minute later, you were jumping up, happy to choose a couple of special headbands to mark the day.
And before you got used to the new cut:
April was a whirlwind. You out-read the entire first grade for the read-a-thon and won a gift card to the local bookstore, you sang in your spring concert and last weekend you visited San Francisco with dad for a family wedding. You danced the night away with your grandma and cousins. Word on the street is you got room service waffles and quite a lot of In and Out Burger. Not bad for seven.
I love you Clairegirl.