Sunday is drawing to an end, and I cannot help but reminisce about this weekend. In fact, I thought all day about yesterday and how bittersweet it all was. Our baby girl, turning four, and celebrating her life and all the beauty that she radiates from the inside out.
It was truly as great as I imagined it being in my head, and I actually really got to enjoy her party this year, unlike the last year where I felt like I was stressed the majority of the time {too worried about pleasing others}. This year was different though. And yet, I still didn't take any pictures {during the party}. I was definitely able to snag a few before, and a couple
after shots, but only of the kids.
That is life,
I guess. We only invited close family and a few of her friends, and yet the house felt so full. I kept saying,
nope, didn't invite that many, and it felt like 100 people in a room. Mainly because each child was equivalent to about 5. And it's not the size....
it's the speed of the tornado. That's what it was, I decided. Last night— a tornado. It's like it came...stayed for a few hours...and then left. I looked around the house and said....
That was quite the storm. A good storm. A
great storm. The kind of storm that was full of laughter, lots of playing, great food, some yummy drinks, and a home full of happiness. All in celebration of our sweet girl.
Who had the best time. She was so happy about her cousins and friends being there, and it again just proved that all that matters is the company around you.