11 years old is very grown up, did you know? Not only do you have a very tween party with your family, but you pick out your favorite outfit. You call it your “french girl” outfit and say “Oooh la la” when you wear it. You sit nicely for a posed picture with your brothers and even keep your shoes on.
You love all of the decorations and comment on everything. You notice it all. You’re still my girl though…you try to eat the star confetti off the table.
The cake! Oh, the cake. Aunt Hilary makes the prettiest, most decadent cakes. You adore it. You fawn over it. You try to eat the frosting.
You love it when we sing to you now. It used to make you cry. You laugh during the song and try so hard to blow out the candles. We maybe help a little.
I just can’t believe how grown up you are all of a sudden. You look so happy…and that makes me happy.
You sit by yourself, and with a little help from Gabe, you open all of your presents by yourself. You “ooh” and “ahhh” over all of them. You put on your new slippers, cover up with your new blanket and plop your new cowgirl hat right on your head.
You kiss your Oreos, walk around with your new purse and cell phone and say “YEE HAW!” when you put on your new hat. When you get socks, which you love, you say “Socks? Who got me socks?” and throw them on the floor. I’m guessing you saw that in a movie.
Your Matthew gave you a Superman costume so you can dress up together. You put it on right away, with slippers, your purse and your hat. You look divine.
And last, but not least, you take cupcakes to school to share with your friends and favorite teachers. They all wish you a happy birthday and you smile.
I am so thankful for another year of joy from you. You truly light up the world with your energy and your smile. I love watching you grow up.