Before we knew it, it was time for cupcakes.
We couldn't get the candles lit, so we told the boys to blow out their pretend candles. 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.
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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.
Love from,
Mommy
3 comments:
Beautiful post. I can't really think about them growing up or I get a bit weepy.
I can't think about them too much as the babies and little ones they used to be, nor of the big ones that they will be or I will cry. Pathetic, huh? Love your blog. Thank you. Sophia
I have felt the same sentiment...well, always. I have always felt the sand in the hourglass slowly trickling out...that feeling never goes away. Birthdays definitely bring out the melancholy in me, as well.
Loved this post...be happy your kiddos are still little. Try 12, 12 and 14! Slow down, I tell ya.
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