Saturday, May 01, 2004
It's Your Birthday!
My daughter turns one Sunday. We had her party Saturday. It was attended by her cousin, aunt and grandmother from Cincinnati, a couple of other babies and some adults. My daughter will have no recollection of this birthday as she grows older, this party was for her parents.
This is sad.
She'll not remember having a chance to tear into her own cake and merely sticking her fingers into the icing and turning to feed her mother. All this while her cousin (6 days her junior) was grabbing handful after handful of cake and filling his ample jowls. She won't remember fulfilling the baby stereotypes by being much more engrossed in the wrapping of her presents than in the presents themselves. It will be up to me to remind her of how she and her cousin had a very long and involved conversation while standing, leaning against a chair. She won't remember the smell of fresh compost my neighbors had delivered earlier this morning. She won't recall my rocking her to sleep tonight, on a day that we celebrated her first birthday on the day that wasn't her first birthday at all.
Happy Birthday Tess
This is sad.
She'll not remember having a chance to tear into her own cake and merely sticking her fingers into the icing and turning to feed her mother. All this while her cousin (6 days her junior) was grabbing handful after handful of cake and filling his ample jowls. She won't remember fulfilling the baby stereotypes by being much more engrossed in the wrapping of her presents than in the presents themselves. It will be up to me to remind her of how she and her cousin had a very long and involved conversation while standing, leaning against a chair. She won't remember the smell of fresh compost my neighbors had delivered earlier this morning. She won't recall my rocking her to sleep tonight, on a day that we celebrated her first birthday on the day that wasn't her first birthday at all.
Happy Birthday Tess
