Weekend Musings

This weekend we celebrated my sweet, little L with a sweet, little party. Bagels, watermelon, juice, coffee at the playground. Bring-your-own tricycle. Enjoy the beach breeze. Toss the ball. Decorate your cupcake. It was perfect.

I strive to plan simple but special moments for our family. I want to be at the party, not scurrying around in the background, cleaning, organizing, setting up. So, we go for simple and stress-free.

We are lucky to be surrounded by friends and families who enjoy and appreciate the simplicity. I think it lets everyone "off the hook" -- to come to a party in whatever clothes you want, with whatever gift you can give, come early, come late, stay too long. Whatever.

My sweet, little L is not so little anymore. Four. I cried watching her funny little face while everyone sang to her. A mix of pleasure and shyness. There she was, sitting, surrounded by friends. Her own little friends. And her little brother, singing and clapping with a huge smile on his face.

Later that day, I went to write about her party in her baby book. Because, lord knows, if I don't do it right away...well, forget about it. I flipped through the photos of me and S, in front of the house, holding our new baby in an awkward "never held a newborn" way. Past her first, second, and third birthday entries. Then...there are no pages for four. What?! Finished with the baby book?

Oh dear, tears again.