She woke up and walked through the balloons I hung from her doorway, padded downstairs and ate an entire family of Mickey shaped pancakes filled with chocolate chips made especially for her by Cody.
I gathered up the baby at lunchtime and met her in the school cafeteria with a cheeseburger and chocolate milk.
Between lunch and school bus drop off I gathered up all her gifts, bought 8 balloons (7 for her age, one to grow on) and decorated her cake.
She wanted a big enormous hot pink cake with a castle, trees and Ariel. I compromised with a medium cake, brown sugar, blue sprinkles and topped it with those strange little Squinky things she thinks are amazing.
I was upstairs when she came home but the squeal that came from her upon seeing her birthday chair probably broke a window somewhere in Illinois (sorry about that.)
She declared it the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER and our living room turned into a wrapping paper tornado.
She blew out her candles wearing her shiny new gymnastics “costume.”
We picked up one of her little friends, went to dinner, came home, had more cake, made her new scratchy marks and I put my fresh seven year old to bed.
She squeezed my neck, thanked me for her presents, her cake and dinner and said it was the best birthday she could have ever imagined.
She is such a magical little creature.
She always has been.