As of today, my first born is NINE! And she is super excited about it.
Of course, she's graceful about it. We had a little impomtu birthday party for her with two presents. One from Calla and one from us.
Calla gave her the cutest present. She glued a plastic heart back onto a crown that was part of a Halloween costume a couple years ago and gave it to her all fixed. She gave her a card that she wrote "I love you 100" in. She's been saying things like, "I like it 100 percent!" lately and the card was so cute. And she drew a little picture of Grace on the horse, folded it up, folded it into another piece of paper and stuck it to a giant bow. And then she smiled and beamed the whole time Grace went through the package.
We gave her what she wanted. She's been asking for a stereo since her last one broke. She also asked for a couple CDs. "The relaxing ones like we have in the car."
At this moment my beautiful nine-year-old is sitting in the livingroom reading while listening to a CD of classical piano music. She mused, "They must have four hands to play like that, mom."
"It's just a lot of practice, I said. "And speaking of, you need to do that today."
But she's just sitting there reading still. And I'm going to leave her there so I can see her sitting there while I make her birthday dinner--spagetti.
Happy Birthday, Grace. You get more beautiful by the day!