One year ago today Daughter was born.
Bless her heart, she was born to a pair of alternative thinkers. Not hippy, pot smoking, tree hugging love warts, but a couple of old fart thinkers who analyze everything. Including parenting.
Tomorrow we’re having a party. Not a birthday party, because that would be normal. We are having a celebration of one year of life together.
I remember my birthday party when I was five, I remember my birthday party when I was 16. I don’t remember any other parties. I certainly don’t remember my first birthday.
Husband and I are the successful ones this year – we have managed to keep Daughter relatively undamaged. We have our sanity (mostly). And we are still happily married.
The cake reads “Happy Birthday Princess.” The evite reads, “I’m One and I’m Still Alive!” And the theme is the survival of the royal family of one year with Princess in tow. All three of us have crowns for the party. All three of us have something to be proud of.
And all three of us will celebrate.