Cim got pizza for her birthday dinner. Lots of it. Heaven.
We went out for dinner with some of Ryan's classmates. We were invited by a classmate who shares Cim's birthday.
She brought Cim presents. Huge princess coloring pages, a box of 120 crayons, and a Lisa Frank sticker book. Cim, pulling the tissue paper off each one, cried, "Just what I ALWAYS wanted!"
(Cim gave her a card on which she'd drawn a face and a spider using a Sharpie. It was awesome.)
On the way home, Cim said, "Where's my cake?
Having planned to do cupcakes at a birthday get-together with some friends later in the week, I said, "We'll have cake another day."
Cim, lip quavering, and in a smaller voice than usual, replied, "But it's my birthday... I have to have cake on my birthday... Isaac had cake at his birthday, and today is MY birthday. I have to have cake."
We stopped at the grocery store on the way home.
Three candles and one extra for luck. She was so excited.
Ice cream cake on the special sparkly heart plate from Miss Stacy. What could be more wonderful? (We took one look at her face and removed her white shirt.)
Cim wasn't the only one excited. Mari jumped off a bar-height kitchen chair trying to get to the cake, which was sitting on the counter a couple feet away. Luckily the trash can broke her fall. We put her in her chair and let her have fun.
I can't believe you're three. What a crazy three years it's been. You have, in turns, made me laugh until I cried, cry until I had to laugh, and frequently just left me shaking my head (and then later posting the moment on Facebook).
You have such a sweet, sweet spirit. Everyone who meets you is overwhelmed by your intelligence, your charm, and your vocabulary. I'm daily reminded just how much you're learning, and just how quickly. Mostly I just hope I can keep up.
Happy birthday, my big girl. I love you so much.