The first birthday.
Amazing, right? How fast the year went, that her dad and I haven’t caused irrevocable harm, blah, blah, blah.
Sure it’s cool for her, but it’s super awesome for me. I get to scour pinterest, craft, decorate, repeat. Two full weeks spent shopping for the perfect skirt to match her homemade onesie. Late nights tangled in twine prepping the high chair banner. Bleeding fingers cropping her school pictures for party favors.
Then Jonas dumped two feet of snow on all our fun. My heart broke.
She pounded on her balloon, shoved cake in her face and didn’t give a shit.