My oldest turns seven on Sunday.
I can’t even go there…(you know where, how did this happen? where did time go? I just can’t)
I love her to pieces. I can’t go there either, or I will cry about that, too.
My mom does, too. And (lucky me) she lives in our neighborhood and has an amazing way of making people (especially her grandkids) feel like the most special people in the world. My girls adore her.
Mimi made her a special surprise lunch today for the soon to be seven year old, her good buddy, and her little sister, complete with homemade banner, my great grandmother’s teacups (“what? are they from 1980??”), and a wheelbarrow ride full of water.