It’s an exciting age. An age where people find who they really are.
And I feel lucky and blessed just to watch her this year.
Interestingly, she asked for only one gift: a Rapunzel doll with long braidable hair, and her birthday wish was– “that my hair would grow, of course.” (Mary has never needed a haircut; but I think her fluff is adorable.)
And nice they are. Though her moods can drive them crazy, they are patient and sweet with her. On her birthday she scarcely touched the floor all day as they twirled with her in the kitchen and carried her on their shoulders.
Five, six or seven– she’s always been the luckiest girl in the world.