So, princess Eva had a birthday today. I anticipated having an emotional day, seeing how my last baby is crossing that bridge from babyhood to toddlerhood, but it’s been a sweet, relaxing day. I feel good about this whole thing. Good and complete. Eva’s the other slice of bread to our “girl- boy- boy- boy- boy- girl” sandwich we’ve made here and it all feels just as it should be.
We didn’t do anything elaborate, just opened a couple of presents
Ian, our resident crown maker made sure she was appropriately outfitted with a specially designed tiara.
That’s blowing she’s doing there,
and then singing and clapping in response to our singing and clapping.
We took it out on the deck and ate to the sunset.
Happy birthday sweet heart!