Two million one hundred and two thousand four hundred minutes.
I was watching her sleep today and wondered what memories she’s going to keep from her childhood.
Will she remember how much work I put into her birthday cakes? Because if I had a way of forcing her to remember something it would be her birthday cakes. These suckers are a lot of work. (Remember last year? Let me remind you…)
Will she remember that even though this year’s cake isn’t quite as fancy, it tasted better and she spent the entire day talking to her Sleeping Beauty cake? (Seriously, her and the cake? BFFs4EVER.)
Will she remember dancing with her grandpa at a Christmas party to Frank Sinatra? Will she remember decorating a Christmas tree for the first time? Will she remember the hours spent on the floor with her grandparents playing Candy Land? Will my grandchildren ever play with one of toys she will receive as a gift today? Will she have fond memories of her birthdays and make a big deal out of them for her kids because I did?
Four years kid.
I hope all your memories are happy ones.