There is a little girl in my house that we call Baby. We’ve all called her that for so long that for a while she thought it was her name. She recently told me that she will no longer be called Baby, because now that she is four years old, she is no longer a baby.
But she will always be my baby.
This year we are lucky to have Nana & Papa in town. The first morning they were in town Burgundy insisted on having a tea party.
A princess party was decided upon. Held at the Treehouse Museum which was absolutely perfect. And look, the room even had a castle mural. Perfect.
We did the participlay, which was Cinderella, and Burgundy, although she was dressed as Cinderella, decided she would rather play the part of the queen. Just like real life.
And Finn played the king.
The time came for cake. I was looking into her eyes and singing Happy Birthday. And she was watching me the whole time. When the song ended she jumped into my arms with a huge embrace. It was silent except for murmurs of “Awww” from the guests. It is a moment that I will hold in my heart until the day I die. It is a moment that reminds you why you do the things you do, when the joys of raising a headstrong 4-year-old are more apparent and crystal clear. It made me feel like a mom. In a good & wonderful way.
There were far more presents then any twelve 4-year-olds would ever need. She opened presents from the moment she woke up until the moment she went to bed.
She wanted quesadillas for dinner so we went to Garcia’s. Grandma & Grandpa joined us for that, too.
And here are a few things about Burgundy:
She is completely sure of herself and she knows what she wants. Once she decides, there is no changing her mind.
She is super smart. She can count to 100 and knows all her letter sounds. Today she told me Antarctica is a continent and there are 7 continents.
I’m pretty sure she is a miniature version of me.
She loves to sing. She will often be playing by herself and when she does she is always narrating with a song.
She has the coolest hair ever. Like seriously, ever.
Happy Birthday, Burgundy. You’ll always be my baby.