Six

My girl turned six yesterday. Six. She seriously needs to stop doing this.

She had her birthday tea party yesterday, as in past years. This year she invited her best friends from Kindergarten. My girl was born on Election Day, so it was only fitting that she had her party on Election Day. (And, yes, I did vote on my way to the hospital the day she was born.)

We hung garland that was made by my new sister-in-law for her wedding brunch reception.

We decorated the table with thrifted china and fluted saucers which held tea light candles.

Complete with dress-up gloves and princess name place cards.

The girls colored little frames (which I found on clearance), played pin the tail on the donkey, guessed how many Skittles were in one jar and Lifesavers in another, decorated sugar cookies, played outside, danced, and drew pictures.

And Spenser was pleased with all of her new things. My mother bought her a new dress-up costume and princess shoes (and little book to draw her own fairytale, which is nearly finished).

I think she had a grand day.

Now We are Six (1927)
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

A.A. Milne