So what happens when your daughter turns seven?
You celebrate her every breath. You celebrate her gentle walk upon this earth. You celebrate every beautiful thing about her.
This girl! This girl has forged her unique identity in this world. From early on we realised her rejection of pink and princesses and dresses was a thing of beauty. Standing true to herself, we stood back and let her go.
So when she asked for crocodiles and snakes to be at her party, we couldn’t say no.
My labour of love. With help from a friend. It only took us the best part of the day to put it all together. But love will make you leap so high.
The sacred ritual of blowing candles. Somehow your child’s littleness fades away with each flame. That bittersweet realisation they’re another year older. The celebration of the poignant past while stepping into the bold brave future.
Miss A, what was your favourite part?
“Everything! I loved it all!”
And my favourite part?
“Thank you Mum. I love you for making the cake. I love you for making my party the best party ever”.