She's been grabbing pieces of paper for a year now. Scribbling out ideas, making lists, weighing the pros and cons. She's a planner. Kinda like her mama.
Her cousin would spend the night. There would be friends and cousins and games . . . and a hedgehog cake. The colors would be purple and green and everyone would play charades.
There would be doughnuts and bacon and fondue and strawberries on her "actual birthday." This girl knows what she wants in life. She's a visionary. Kinda like her daddy.
Her ears would be pierced and the celebration would last for the whole weekend.
There would be giggling and dancing and decorating. The theme would be: Small Animals. Especially Owls.
And she would be ten. This baby of mine, ten.