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Over the weekend, a great galactic second hand shifted. The earth and sun paused to wink at each other just like they did one morning seven years ago,  and a not-so-little girl woke up to a sea of balloons.

I am tired, core tired. Between the grocery runs and party prep and Hello Kitty cake pops (making fondant is the culinary equivalent of a triathlon, I’ve discovered), keeping up with the old birthday traditions and latching onto new ones, ongoing dramas of who to invite and the tears of partied out guests and a parade of sugar-strewn days, this birthday business is a lot for one introvert mama to handle.

It’s such a good kind of tired though, this depletion from wholehearted love. I haven’t often had time for Natalie over the last year, so this weekend was a comeback of sorts—extravagant, unhurried hours poured entirely into celebrating her—and the gift of it was for us both.

Happy 7th, my girl.
Goodness, do I love you. 

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  1. Megsie  •  Mar 5, 2012 @ 3:33 PM

    Happy, happy birthday to Natalie! Seven is wonderful, and it sounds like your celebration was as well!

  2. rain  •  Mar 5, 2012 @ 4:56 PM

    aw … happy birthday….to both of you. xo.

  3. lizardek  •  Mar 5, 2012 @ 9:36 PM

    Seven is a magical age (sort of like…ALL OF THEM :) Happy birthday, big girl!

  4. beka  •  Mar 6, 2012 @ 7:48 PM

    sweet! <3

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