Tomorrow The Princess turns eight years old. She is an awesome, kickball playing, doll toting, chicken chasing, dancing, singing, awesome bundle of girly-girl.
She still twists her hair into knots when she is tired. She wakes up grumpy every school day. The Princess is my gardening pal and she is always good for a laugh at my really bad jokes. She still can't seem to keep her room straightened for more than 15 minutes at a time. She pretty much refuses to ride her bike anywhere but I think she knows that it is easier to parade down the street on foot. Makes it easier to visit with any neighbor who might have something interesting going on...
I could not care less about my birthdays anymore. Just another year on the clock from what I can tell. Don't get me wrong, I am all for the presents but I would accept them ANY day. The kid's birthdays are another thing entirely. Lots of times I think I might be more excited about the day than they are.
Happy Birthday Princess. I sure hope it is a great day. 'Cause I know you will be an awesome eight year old!
12 years ago
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