My baby girl turned eight yesterday.
She is kind. And smart. And witty. And charming. And talented. And vibrant and loving and fun.
(I may be a little biased. )
We took her for pizza last night and brought in a cake. (Yes. I was “that” lady with the fire-starter and candles packed in her purse. Don’t mess with this mama.)
Friday night she is having a sleep-over with her friends from school. We’ll have pizza and cake and doughnuts and popcorn. And movies and sleeping bags and air mattresses and paint our nails.
No, I have no idea what I’m getting into. But I plan on asking my friend Shari who just hosted an eight year old birthday party last month…I think she’s still recovering.
The link below takes you to a birthday post from three years ago. It’s worth the click, I swear. It has newborn baby pics. Who doesn’t love some newborn baby pics?