Yesterday my little girl turned two. In only two years she has gone from a helpless infant lying on my chest in a hospital room to a running, talking, independent little girl with preferences and friends and (gasp) panties. Last year she climbed stairs on her birthday. This year she essentially potty trained herself in two days. The mind boggles at what next August could hold.
To celebrate this year we invited three little friends (and their mothers) from church to a tea party at our house. We had cocktail smokies in barbecue sauce, chips and veggie sticks with non dairy dip; because it is August in Georgia, we had sweet tea at our tea party, and punch. The cake saga deserves a post all to itself. I wonder if I’ll get the chance to write it.