My
Jordan.
Jordan started off with an exicing weekend when one of her life long goals was accomplished - she was a flower girl.
This
was her first year being in school when it was her birthday and since I have
such fond memories of being surprised by my daddy for my birthday I took the
day off work.
I
started by bringing her lunch and eating with her at school. She was excited to tell everyone that I was
her mommy and she was excited to sit and eat with me (I know someday that may
not be the case).
Later
in the afternoon Justin and I came to her class with cupcakes and listened as
her class sang her Happy Birthday and prayed for her.
After
school the birthday girl got to pick where we had dinner. She picked IHOP, one of my kids’ go-to restaurants
since who doesn’t like breakfast for dinner (except for me)?
As
most of you already saw, she got a Ukelele for her birthday which she is
learning to play. She wanted a Turquoise one – and that’s what she got (after a
minor mishap with a pink one).
Our
usual birthday tradition of letting the birthday kid decorate their own cake –
which usually ends up being a pile of sprinkles in the middle – was sadly not
done since we didn’t get home from dinner until nearly bedtime. So that will be coming later.
Overall,
I’d say she had a pretty good day. And
she still has her party to come!
Happy
Birthday Baby!
I
love you dearly. You have such a
compassionate heart and love to care for others. You are selfless (well mostly) and
loving. You have a smile that lights up
a room in an incredible way. You are definitely
stubborn and like to test the rules and boundaries to see what you can get away
with. I know that characteristic will
help you achieve some incredible goals in your future. I love your excitement for life. I love your slightly terrifying curiosity in
blood, needles, and pretty much all things morbid. I love your willingness to
try almost anything (even if only once).
You try to face your fears, but still find comfort in mommy and daddy’s
arms when the dreams feel a little too real (I’ll miss that someday). You’re mommy’s helper. You’re Aunt Genny’s Munchie. You’re Grandma’s lover girl. I’m proud of you and can’t wait to see what
you can accomplish.
And
the part you are all most excited about (or maybe just me) – The annual photo
comparison:
Birth
Age 1
Age 2
Age 3
Age 4
Age 5
Age 6
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