It's no secret that a special little someone in my life will be turning TWO next week. And oh, what a difference this birthday is from last year. I mean, she understands what's happening. We've talked about her birthday for weeks (months maybe). She knows she's going to be "TWOOOO-AH!" and that she's going to see Minnie on her birfday. Her excitement knows no bounds.
Because of our upcoming trip, we obviously axed any and all plans to have a big party for her. It just didn't make sense.
But naturally, family that won't be with us in Disney still wanted a chance to celebrate with her, and so this past Wednesday at our family dinner (with Declan's side)--we did just that.
Unlike last year, things like birthday cake, and presents ('pwesants'), and people singing happy birthday to her ARE SO COOL. And rock a little 2 year old's world. She smiled from ear to ear when the happy birthday song was sung to her. She indulged in her specially made Minnie cake (made by her aunt Lyryn) with a fork, all big-kid like. She saw the pwesants, and was interested, and even took time to open the cards and 'read' them.
She ooh'ed and ahh'ed over each gift. "'Innie 'Ouse (minnie mouse) PJ's!", "pwincess shoes!", "a dora book!"
She was in awe. Little 2 year old heaven.
At one point, while I was helping her open gifts, she looked up at me, gave me the cheesiest "I'm so happy" grin, and then snuggled into me for a hug. The moment was quick, and no one else saw it, but it was the sweetest few seconds ever because I could just tell she felt so special, so loved. She didn't need a big, huge party.
I watched as my big girl (attempted) to blow out her candles--and it was almost hard for me to hold back the tears. My baby? She's not a baby anymore. But she's becoming a big girl. A beautiful, sweet, tender-hearted girl that I'm so honored to love and mother.
Let the birthday celebrations begin, kid. That was only the beginning.