Our Princess turns 17 today. Paige says it’s her Golden Birthday—something I thought was reserved for 50-year-olds (speaking of which—Happy Birthday Mary Lou!).
Apparently, when one turns the age of their birth date it is a special, or “Golden Birthday.” So both kids have now had theirs–Paige is 17 on February 17 and Graham turned 21 on November 21.
My 25th on an April 25th was so long ago I don’t remember the details. I’m sure we have a snapshot of TJ’s 4th on March 4th way back when photos were black & white and square-shaped with a white, scalloped edged border.
We have a lot of those pictures in our archives. The basement is jam packed with shoeboxes full of photos, stacks of slides, crates of the kids’ art projects and their school work. Not every spelling test and math worksheet—just a sampling to show how they progressed through the years.
And to see, through their drawings and stories, how their minds work.
I just came across Paige’s illustrated fairy tale about a girl named Mimi who had to walk through a spooky tunnel to visit her dear aunt. The gals were attacked by a giant, blood-sucking bat, but luckily a doctor heard their cries and was able to save Mimi and her aunt with a blood transfusion. Second grade was Paige’s bat and Batman phase.
Our ballerina started dance school when she was 3, and it’s always been ballet only—she’s never wanted to try tap, jazz or hip hop. But she has played softball, volleyball, and the clarinet, and we have the certificates to prove it. As well as the ribbons she collected for State Fair projects and other contests she’s won.
Someday I’m going to make fabulous scrapbooks for the kids with all of the stuff I’ve been saving. As soon as I can clear some space on the work table.
In the meantime, Happy Birthday to our precious Paige, self-declared Princess of the World! xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxox