How can my firstborn be 9 years old already? Halfway to a high school graduation?! It doesn't seem right that 10 years ago she was just a sparkle in my eye, and now she's just short of double digits.
Luckily her birthday was much better than last year's, when we were all in quarantine thanks to COVID. Earlier this month she invited about a dozen girls to our house for an outdoor party, with pizza, cupcakes, sparklers, glow sticks and a healthy dose of her favorite TV show -- Miraculous -- projected on our garage door.
On Sunday, her actual birthday, grandparents and other family gathered at our house to celebrate our girl. (She is the only female grandchild on both sides, after all!) She picked out the cake I made, lemon with raspberry frosting. It was delicious, and it was a delight to see her so happy.
Here's hoping the next year bears a greater resemblance to normalcy than the year that just passed. Happy birthday, Edith!
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