Somehow, in what feels like the blink of an eye my “baby” is now 8. This can mean only one thing… A watch was requested, and gifted for this year. A few new outfits tossed in for good measure; as oldest she has the least amount of clothes of all the girls here.
And this weekend, a birthday party! We’ve invited ten little French girls over to celebrate this year. Last year we played games and had a dance party. They absolutely loved the dance party bit… I am currently on the hunt for a art type project we can do with them all this year… Dreamcatchers, I think.
All of that to say I cannot believe that I have a child that is already 8. I really was a baby when I had her, even if I didn’t feel like one at all. (Ah, hindsight!) She is bright, kindhearted, beautiful, and absolutely perfect just the way she is. I can’t imagine my life without her in it, and I hope that we are able to stay close as she gets bigger.
And with that, I am off to sweep under the couch and do some deep cleaning so we are ready for the hoard of little girls this weekend! 🙂