Four Years

She dreamed about this day, she had her dressed picked out months ago and made a special request for a "wainbow" cake.

 
We waited to celebrate in St. Louis so all our special aunts and uncles and cousins could attend.


She kept asking, "Is everyone going to sing Happy Birthday to me?"When I would tell her yes, she would light up and almost not be able to take it in. She smiled and relished that moment.


An Unruly Guest

What a pure golden year it is to be four.