Friday was our Emma’s 9th birthday. Nine is the –completely random- age we’ve chosen to cease birthday blowouts and commence small, just-a-couple-friends celebrations. A practice that Emma a) did not know about and b) did not like.
Still, she managed to have a good time with her supper of hamburgers, mac-n-cheese and strawberry cake and swimming in the dark then giggling all night with Maci and Carli.
Happy Birthday My Sweet Emma!