Invited
It happened. Finally, joyfully, sweetly, my five year old received her first ever invitation to a friend’s birthday party.
She tore open the envelope and exclaimed, “I party!”
“I so happy,” she said, while I cried big, sucky tears. She asked, “Mummy sad?”
No my sweet girl, I’m not sad. I’m thrilled for you. You deserve so much — fun and parties and all the great things that come with having friends who love you, for you.
I want to tell this mother, the one who sent out the invitation, how much this means. I’m sure she has no idea. Avery has carried the invitation around with her all morning and won’t put it down. And now, she wants to go out, like right now, and buy her friend a “bir-day pwsent.”
The happiness on this child’s face and the excitement pulsing through her body reminds me, because sometimes I forget, that life is truly a celebration.
Party on big girl.
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