Next month, Miss H will be turning four. She has been looking forward to this day since the day after her third birthday. Last year, the girls and I were staying with my parents while Mr. Rose was traveling. Not wanting to burden them any more than I already was, I suggested to Miss H that we have a party at Chick-Fil-A with a few of her preschool friends.
We invited five of her classmates and met everyone there. I bought a few kids meals, some cupcakes, and let them have at it. They played in the playspace, sang happy birthday, and opened presents. Easy, peasy.
|Miss H and I at her Third Birthday Party|
At the time it sounded like a good idea. As I addressed the invitations last week, I panicked. What was I thinking? I'll have to clean my house and come up with something fun for these kids to do while they are here for two hours. Do I have the space in our house for this?
But when I really think about it, Miss H doesn't care. She just wants to have her friends over to play. I want her to make a memory of the friends that she had while we lived here. I want her to be happy and to have a birthday that she will remember. I want her to know that even though this party will be work for me, that I love her and that her happiness on this day and everyday is all that matters.
So, we'll get some balloons and a cake and decorate our house like Candyland. I'm sure everyone will have a great time and in the end the only thing that matters will be seeing the smile on my baby's face.
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