i knew she wouldn't wear it for more than 2 seconds. but i wanted to make it anyway. maybe it will end up in a box. maybe we'll take it down next year and see if she'll wear it then. maybe it will become part of a celebratory tradition.
maybe not. it doesn't really matter.
detritus from the making.
her first taste of something sweet with gooey icing. carrot cupcake. one candle. i sang happy birthday over and over and she would smile. maybe next year she'll know what it means.
it's hard to believe a whole year has passed.
i can still picture your tiny tiny face, eyes closed, pink and blue striped hat, bunny blanket, wrapped like a papoose, held over my head, hovering - like an angel. your eyes opened for a brief second before they swept you away.
and now you are one. wow. and we celebrate with family this weekend. your second taste of cake.... and more singing.
happy birthday my dear sweet not so little girl.