Sweet Laurel,
When your feet are tucked under your tush and you’re sitting on the sofa with your Mom. When you ask what you were like as a child and who you looked like as a baby. When you wonder where your love of pink came from and when you ponder if you have always loved frosting …
Your Mom will pull out the pictures that show your amazingly beautiful blue eyes and tell you how afraid you were of your birthday cake but just how much you loved eating the frosting off the candle. How you grabbed at your pink shoes and how she knew pink was always going to be your color because of the way it makes your skin glow.
She’ll tell you about the effort it took to get your brothers preoccupied and cared for, the cake she had to order in advance, and how she rummaged through your closet packed full of darling clothes, looking for the perfect outfit, so that she could take you outside in the wind because she couldn’t say no to the photographer that was talking a mile a minute about the warm sunlight and how pretty the trees were.
And you’ll be grateful for the effort your Mom took to record your first sugary bite and the impossibly perfect afternoon she created for you because you won’t remember turning 1 … but your family will never forget.
Happy Birthday Sweet Girl.
XO.
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