When I was little, my mom would plan elaborate celebrations for my birthdays. We had skating parties and slumber parties and at-school parties where she would show up in the afternoon carrying treats for the whole class. I can almost feel the unique excitement of seeing her arrive at the classroom door and knowing that she was going out of her way to mark my special day. It's funny, but I don't remember presents from childhood birthdays, not at all. I remember decorations and party themes and whirling round and round beneath the disco ball at Skate World, living on a prayer blaring in the background. I remember that I always felt so special.
Last weekend, Mom and I talked about Rowan's first birthday and what the plans are since it is right around the corner. "I will come early!" She said. "To decorate and set up and make sure we have everything covered." I have said before what an incredible force she has been to my girl during her first year, and it really comes full circle for me when I think of Mom helping to orchestrate a special day for R just like she did for me all those years.
Today is HER birthday and I want to celebrate her and make sure she feels special. It's her first birthday as a Nana, and it has been such an amazing year. Thanks Mom, for everything but most of all for just being here. For all of it. And for working so hard all those years to make my birthdays special. I get it now, and I am so grateful.
Happy birthday! Have a mimosa on the deck and let the day unfold from there.
We love you so! Xo