I say that with a sniffle and a small tear. You can relate right?
That tiny little bean of a human being that was once curled in fetal position inside a swaddle is growing. No more gummy smiles, no more wobbly head, no more hiding behind Mom’s leg, no more naps in your arms – they’ve become little people with their own personalities and not much time for your opinion.
Maddie, my first born, turned 9 this week and – as is my tradition – we have stretched out her birthday celebration for days now.
We started with a dual birthday dinner with the woman that babysat me from the time I was 6 weeks old, then babysat both of my girls at the age of 70 – “Aunty Edie”. She doesn’t have the internet, so she really has no idea how incredibly grateful I am to her, and how loved she is by all of us.
When I was in labour with Madison, she was there saying “hold on for a few more hours and we can share a birthday!”, and “Shelly, it’s Leona on the phone (her daughter) want to talk to her?” At the time, I didn’t want either, but it certainly makes for a funny memory now.
This morning we had Madison’s ‘special request cake’ delivered. I say special request because all we gave poor Stacey Cakes was an image from the internet to work with.
I’m not kidding when I say she surpassed the photograph by miles!
She did every tiny hair by hand! Poor woman is going to have carpal tunnel for life just because of this one cake!
Absolutely stunning and completely blew our minds!