Doing it Right, Our Way

For the first time as a birthday party hostess I felt completely relaxed and confident that Drew and I were not parent imposters, but actually knew what we were doing.  Somewhere between year three and year four of Genevieve's existence I let go of caring about what I'm supposed to be doing when it comes to these formulaic events.  We kept it simple, the sun came out, friends who we don't get to see often enough trickled in, and Genevieve felt like the most loved little girl on earth.

We made our daily pilgrimage to visit Pepe this morning, and the squeal of joy that G let out when she say him was priceless,

"Pee pee boy knows it's my special day!"

Drew took Marguerite on a walk so G and I could decorate for the party. 

She did her best to be patient for the party to start.  By doing her best I mean she asked me 900 times when her friends were going to be here and sat in this spot waiting for longer than she's ever stayed parked.

Friends came,

 

wishes were made and cupcakes were eaten,

and love and presents were showered.

Watching my girl soak up her special day made me know we are doing it right.  There may not be a bouncy castle and pony rides but there is boundless love.