This can happen in five years,
And in a moment of quiet beauty, this,
And thank goodness (melt my heart), this,
And even this,
Or this!
Our sweet little Grace celebrated birthday number five this week with a princess party (see photos of Cinderella's castle and garb above), and we couldn't be more delighted (or more nostalgic) as we mark this special holiday. How can one little person change the world this much? People across a tri-state region (heck, nation!) know our girl--sometimes better than they know us--because of her sunshine spirit, which emerged on day one when she became the adored baby in the hospital nursery, "the prettiest, happiest baby here who never gets put down," as one nurse proclaimed. We were enamored then, but that was before we really knew her, and knew the compassion, intelligence, and exuberance she holds within. Happy Birthday, Sunshine Girl!
Now, back to the original question: what can happen in thirty-five years? Well, let's hit the high points, shall we?
This can happen,
And this,
Which may just lead to this,
And then this,
And even this!
All right, all right...I'm probably missing a little bit in there, but you get the idea--thirty-five years is plenty of time for really good stuff to happen! When I was a little girl, dreaming of the life I'd have as a big person, I had no idea what a wonderful, kind, talented, babe-a-licious man I would eventually meet and marry. I had no clue what amazing children we'd have (or that they'd look exactly like him). And you know what? I'm really, really glad it was all a surprise.
Kind of like this:
(*Note: party decor and guest list assembled by Grace)
Happy birthday to you, Matt, the best husband/daddy/farmer-in-training we could imagine. I am entirely excited about the next five...and thirty-five!
P.S.--For the record, and because I know some family member will call me on it, Matt's actually 34, but the 5-35 comparison just works better. Hush.
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