I was a little disgusted with myself when I realized that I wasn't feeling the appropriate levels of enthusiasm for Sydney's first birthday. She's not going to remember whether or not we had a party or what cake tasted like for the first time. I knew I had to do something to celebrate but couldn't figure it out.
My birthday is my favorite day of the year because of my mom. She always made a huge deal about it. The kitchen would be decorated with streamers and balloons before I got out of bed. She'd do lots of clapping and make me feel like the most loved, most special person in the world.
I want to give that to my little girl.
We celebrated her all day and she loved it. We all loved it. She got to taste a donut and pizza and cake. We swan in the ocean. We played in sand. She got presents and played with balloons. She was enchanted by bubbles and tickled and teased. She danced and laughed and pranced and played and it was the best day of the year.
Every time she looked at me, I was smiling, laughing, clapping, making noise, just as my mom did for me. Karebear lives right down the street from us and naturally got to share in the celebration. Every time I looked at her, she was being the magical birthday mom I've always known.
She might not remember it, but as she gets older, she'll see the pictures and Sydney Luna will know she was happy on her first birthday. Everybody was.