Sarah Turns Five

Our dear sweet Sarah is 5 years old today. She is officially a "big kid", according to her, which means she is now finally old enough to go to school (in September). Since people have been asking her "How do you like school?" since she was 3 (about the age she was the height of a kindergartner), we figure it's about time.

For me "5" means she is finally old enough to stop taking that wretched sippy cup to bed with her every night. I can almost hear the collective gasp as you all read that. Yes, yes, I know. I'm a terrible mother for ever allowing her a sippy cup for this long. We all have our things we swore we'd never do. That's mine. Let's move on, shall we?

Sarah's birthday party was yesterday afternoon. It was a very exciting event indeed. Sarah was beyond thrilled about having friends come over to play and bring her presents. She received more Barbies than should be permitted in any one location, other than Walmart. It is the bane of my existence. Correction, Polly Pockets are the bane of my existence. At least Barbie is big enough to see.

And while all the other 5 year old girl moms get to wait another 7 years for the super girly-girl stuff to kick in, my daughter was busy gushing to her friends about the cuteness of the Justin Bieber birthday decor adorning walls and doors and cake, and dragging her friends to her room to give them hair and makeup makeovers with headbands and nail polish and glittery lip gloss. Seriously? Aren't girls supposed to be like 12 and having sleepovers before they do this stuff? I think I am in for it!

But at the end of the day, after a busy time of playing and excitement, when all was dark and quiet, and I tucked my tired little "big" girl into her bed, she was still the same baby I held in my arms that first night, rocked back and forth, back and forth, and sang "Away in a Manger" for the first time. I still sing it to her every night, at her request, and she still closes her eyes at the very last line, "...and take us to heaven to live with thee there." as I whisper sweet dreams and pray to God that I will never live to see her birthdays come to an end.
Happy Birthday my darling Sarah!
Love Mommy xox