I don't think she was diggin' the Birthday song...
She needed a little help with the candles...
She got a lick of the icing, but I gave her a few jelly beans instead of a slice of chocolate cake, which I thought would be the better of the two evils since it was eight at night. Maybe next year she can have slice of cake ;).
The day got a little hectic at times, with cleaning and cooking, but at the end of the day I was really glad we had the party. She may not remember or have even cared if we celebrated on another day, but this was for me. This was my memory.
I may not have baked the most perfect cake with towers of craziness and magical sprinkles all over it, there wasn't a creative mind blowing theme, and I didn't even have a single gift bought (yet) for her....and it was exactly how I wanted to remember it. Celebrating our first born together. Celebrating life and it's imperfections.
Life is imperfect. If I've learned anything for this whole experience, it's to let go just a little bit. Let things happen. Stop the controlling. Stop the stress. My child, I've learned so much from you in such a short time.