The Birthday girl…

Last year she was so upset about the whole birthday process, but this year she had so much fun!

And a small trip down memory lane… us now and then:

what a difference a few years makes!

2 years ago…

I couldn’t sleep because I knew that I was getting up in the wee hours to go to the hospital.

I was so scared, and so nervous, but I was so ready to meet you.

Your daddy picked out a favorite shirt to wear. “Should I dress up?” he asked.

Tomorrow will be about cupcakes and balloons and opening presents. Your second birthday, but your first birthday with your daddy home. I don’t even remember looking back last year, maybe that’s why I’m sitting here doing it tonight instead of sleeping.

Someday, when you grow up, people will say to you: “Your life will never be the same after you have kids”. You will wonder to yourself if that is true. It is. But don’t let that scare you. Although I have never slept less and worried more, even when you are cantankerous, stubborn as only your (almost) 2 year old self can be, my whole world lights up when you laugh.

I am thankful for every day that I get to be your mama. I love you, baby girl.

The birthday haul

Normally, I’m not that into birthdays. I think it’s because my brother (who is 3 years younger than I am) shares my birthday. So as a kid, it was never just my special day. Now that I’m celebrating the anniversary of my 29th birthday several times over, it’s not something I publicize (except today, on my blog, ha). When your baby sister calls you and has to ask how old you are followed by, “you are old,“ it sort of loses its luster.

But I got some good stuff this year! I got to eat a nice dinner alone with my dh the night before, Godiva chocolates, a dvd (Ratatouille, which I haven’t seen yet, this was a dual present for the dutchkid and I), several magazine subscriptions, a gift certificate to my favorite tea catalog (thanks mom!), not to mention the laptop I am typing on that I’ve been enjoying for months now. It was a good day. Even though I had to go to the commissary on payday, on the weekend before the holiday, with my child in tow. It was my birthday, I was invincible!