Light barely filtered through the blinds as my youngest daughter climbed up into our bed. I glanced over at the clock, 6:15. Although I momentarily wished for an extra hour, I realized it could be worse.
I whispered in GL's ear, "Good Morning Birthday Girl". She giggled and whispered back, "Sing Happy Birthday Mommy". We sang Happy Birthday time and time again, our voices escalated with happiness during each new round. Big Sister, Sj, awakened to our giggles. She also climbed into bed with us. We snuggled. It's our thing, the morning snuggle. Happy Birthday continued once again.
It doesn't take long before Sj happily discovered a fresh blanket of fluffy white snow had fallen overnight. I smiled knowing the snow, which continued to fall was a wonderful reason to spend a lazy birthday at home.
A monkey birthday cake is baked (a comical monkey, wouldn't you agree), a new baby doll nursery took over the living room, the Christmas tree glowed, the girls danced under the streamers in the dining room, daddy came home for the day at lunchtime, they explored the fresh fluffy powder and put up the inflatable snowman. GL embraced the sassiness of being two by sitting on the floor eating chocolate chips directly from the bag as she proceeded to dump out a pound of confectioner's sugar onto her lap, but cheekily smiled when she said," Oh, No, Big mess Mommy"! Then she topped off the night by refusing her dinner, but demanded cake. Cake, cake, cake...Pleeeease!
We laughed and giggled. We sang Happy Birthday a few dozen more times. I can't quite escape how beautiful it is to listen to my two year old sing Happy Birthday. Once again, I remembered time sure does fly.
Happy Second Birthday my sweet GL.