Monday, March 7, 2011

Somebody Is Three

Magnolia Bakery Cupcakes. Balloons.
A 1973 Fisher Price Town complete with Little Peoples, the mail truck and the dentist chair. Surrounded by family who love her so while the winds blew and the rain pelted the windows. The first signs of spring coinciding with her day - daffodils, crocuses, the sound of peepers and forced hyacinths scenting the kitchen.

What's that saying? Something about "the minute they are born, they are already walking away from you"? I am sure I am butchering it, but you get the idea. And I get the lump in the throat.

Happy Birthday, my sweet Willa May.

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