To detract from my sadness of how much and how quickly this child has grown, I have poured every inch of myself into her first birthday party! An extravaganza filled with cake, candy, and DJ, and most consuming, a whole ton of hot pink and zebra print. I absolutely cannot wait for this party (and to post pictures after). I have done a TON of DIY for this party, and I totally cannot wait to see it all come together. I have painted centerpieces, bedazzled a cupcake tower, and meticulously planned a pink and white candy buffett with splashes of zebra. As I sit here late at night gluing, cutting, painting, I wonder two things to myself: first, what am I going to do for the Sweet 16 to top this?!?!, and secondly, is there ever going to be any way for this child to understand how much I love her? But I press on, with my eye on the prize (or in this case, the party), not because I think that she will have a clue what's going on, not because I am having any sort of competition to "top" myself, but because I realize exactly what I am building as I piece together the components of this party. I am creating another memory of this wonderful child of mine. I am celebrating the year of memories that we have created. I am celebrating this insanely precious gift in my life. I am trying to figure out, with all of the mistakes I've made, what I have done so remarkably correctly that I should have such a gem in my life.
A peek at our invitation picture

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