William fell for it. James didn't.
6 is so wise.Cupcakes were, by far, Lilly's favorite part. I don't know how many she ate._____________________________
Birthdays make me melancholy. I can't help but feel a tugging at my heart as I see them growing another year older. One day, the week before the party, I was reading the newest issue of Martha Stewart Living. There was an article about a graduation party. It was by one of the food editors, for her son, graduating from college.
And as I was reading it, it hit me hard:
today a Star Wars party, tomorrow a graduation party.
The days are flying by.
They will never again be 1, 3 and 5.
For now we are (almost) 2, 4 and 6.
It's a race.
And my heart wants them to stay back at the starting line but they can only think about the finish line.
Parenting. It isn't easy.
It's amazing and sweet and wonderful.
But it isn't easy.
Don't grow up too fast my dears. I'd like you to stay little, to run around in your underwear and ask me to cuddle with you at night, for just a little bit longer, OK?
And remember, you'll always be my babies.