We spent the whole day at Disneyland yesterday, had Corner Bakery for lunch today, mango cake after dinner, opened presents.
And since this was her first year without a party, we made cupcakes and goodie bags for the kids in her ballet/tap class. Just 7. Including the teachers, 9. *So* much more manageable than 20-plus!
Happy birthday, my sweet, dear Rebecca. You are so unique. So mature in your vocabulary, your reading level, your ease with adults. But you still hide behind pillows during The Princess and the Frog, want to be carried when you're tired and like to be read to. Don't grow up too fast, okay? Sometimes I forget you're only 7 8, and I haven't got this mother thing down yet.
I love you, Becca. I mean, Rebecca. Rebecca.