Ah, Maria. Maria Grace.
I found out I was pregnant with her during the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college.
Let me tell you something about surprises: they can be scary as shit. One minute you’re home on summer break, getting ready to rent an apartment with one of your best friends at college. You’re registering for classes and trying to decide if you should wear the bandeau top or the halter top over to Clay’s house to lay by the pool while the guys jam in the barn. Then the next minute, you’re awkwardly having to tell your friend that you can’t get that apartment, you’re transferring your classes down to the local college, and you’re on the Motherhood Maternity website. Because, Surprise!!, you’re pregnant. Oh, this didn’t happen to you? It did to us, and I can’t tell you how freaking scary that was. I was 19 and wanted to become a pharmacist. Instead, I became a mom and 8 [incredibly] hard years later [i became a girl with a business degree….], I can’t imagine not having that scary surprise.
She’s probably the most patient, generous, and kind 8 year old I have ever seen in my entire life.
And she’s so beautiful.
She woke up yesterday morning to this:
We love birthdays and we do things like curl ribbon and hang them from chandeliers and sprinkle our oatmeal.
Because we can.
Then she walked outside to see what Daddy got her…
Yes, my friends, that is a real life motorcycle. She’s excited to vroom it up with daddy. And mama. Because I’m a dirtbiker. Remember?
Then she opened my gift.
One more little gift then she was off to school.
While she was at school, I busted out some cookies for her party. The night before, I had made mousse.
Thank god for my iPhone.
And I made some tiny little cakes.
And after family dinner, we invited the rest of our family (friends included) to join us for dessert.
And…..she’s 8. Freaking 8. *sigh*
Tomorrow is her class birthday party, so get ready. For the blog post, not the party. You aren’t invited to the party. Class friends only.