and now she is eight.
We have been a little crazy around here with celebrating. Parties with her cousin whose birthday is 3 days after Cowgirl's ...
Celebrating at school, at home
And later this week with our official birthday party (which means I am trying - yet again - to figure out a fun goodie bag offering that doesn't include cheap plastic toys and/or candy. Okay, so plastic dinosaurs are being slipped in, but what else?)
How much cake, ice cream and brownies have I eaten so far? Only my thighs know for sure. Cowgirl proclaimed to the lady at the frozen yogurt shop - we have been celebrating for awhile now - that she was turning eight "and my mommy is going to be ..." Oh yes, she gleefully told everyone in line the milestone I will be celebrating far too soon. All I can say is: More cake please.
Meanwhile, I am incubating some big magic of my own (hence my absence here.)
Not to go all cryptic on you all, but since returning from Squam things have shifted in the old gray matter and let's just say inhibitions are being shed and an unfamiliar sense of bravery and "why not?" is pumping through my veins. Stay tuned (and stay patient.)
Many wishes have been made, promises whispered and dreams spoken ...
Confidence is an eight-year old girl seizing her day. I am following her example.