My dear little pals,
You’ve only gone and turned 3.. How in the hey did that happen? 5 minutes ago you were a pair of sweet smelling, deliciously soft, downy haired, gurgling bundles swaddled to within an inch of your one day old lives. Now, you are miniature people and our lives are a whirlwind of conversations about stingrays and lost wellies.
The night before your birthday, whilst you were tucked up in your gingham pyjamas, clutching Brown Bear and Sheepy, we set the scene you’d wake up to. There were helium balloons, a life sized Peppa Pig and gifts sent by all of the people that adore you. As you slept peacefully, just the other side of the bedroom door, I realised that this would be the first birthday you’d really understand and I hoped it would be totally magical for you.
We invited just a handful of your closest little friends to visit our favourite farm with us, our regular haunt. You ran around like loons, jumping and bouncing in balls. Yelping with joy to see your friends.
Harri was breathless, jumping up and down on the spot, barely able to contain her glee at having so many people she loves in one place. G, you were more reserved, not sure about being the centre of attention but that was soon forgotten with so many people to wrestle and run with. Oh and the cake, of course the cake, you are a boy that loves him some cake.
There were sandwiches and juice at lunchtime and true to form, when the table cleared of people, H you made your way around it eating all of the remaining jelly. Your father’s daughter.
We met the rabbits and talked to the pigs, we leapt with your friends on the giant bouncing pillows. She sun shone in bright blue skies and I looked on so proud and grateful that we’d somehow made two, 3 year old bundles of energy and joy.
Thank you for being the best adventure I’ve ever had. I can’t wait for the next 3 years.
PS. In other news… How ace are your friends’ Mums?!