I know I say this every year but I don't know how I got to be the mum of a seven year old. I can't believe I have not only kept somebody else alive for that long but that somebody is such a unique, confident, witty, intelligent and caring little girl. That somebody loves me even on my crazy mummy days and that somebody was the first somebody that made me a mother and somebody I have helped mould into all of those things that I adore.
I feel so blessed to have you in my life. I love watching you grow and change and experience and learn and, well ... I just love every little piece of you (even the crazy bits you inherited from me). I am so proud of you and love spending time just hanging out. I hope I never get too uncool for you but I know I probably will and I just hope it doesn't last long because I don't want to miss any part of your life!!!
I hope you loved having your friends here to celebrate your birthday and that your disco party was something you will remember in years to come.
You are all tucked up in bed with two of your friends and of course Miss Schmoo and I am exhausted. Between running around to grab some last minute things today, trying to make that damn disco ball cake and the keys getting locked in the car thanks to the Wee One I haven't had a chance to come in and write but I really wanted to do it before your birthday came to a close.
Happy Birthday AJ!!!! I love you a bunch of Sundays (which is kind of a funny saying now that one of your closest friend's name is Sunday but it's a saying we have had since you could talk so I'm sticking with it). You are worth every little bit and more of the planning that went into your party tonight!!! Sweet dreams ...