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7 Years of Passing Time

7 Years of Passing Time

I used to be one that threw extravagant birthday parties.  No detail left undone, no cupcake that wasn’t piped to perfection.  One time I spent hours creating sunflower cupcakes with little lady bugs on them…they actually looked like they did in the magazine.  Now I find myself stretched so thin I just can’t do it anymore…and I’ve found how meaningful my daughters’ birthdays have become. 

Time. It is something I’ve learned from one of my best friends, something I can never thank her enough for showing me the true meaning of.  Now when birthdays come I give my girls the gift of time.  It costs nothing, and is so incredibly fulfilling.  Both my girls and I need it.

There just isn’t enough time when there is so much to get done.

I’ve become a master juggler, I can actually multitask so well it’s frightening.  What I am not very good at is slowing down, I don’t feel like I can right now. So that is why a birthday of one of my daughters is the perfect excuse to drop it all, and be present.

One-on-one time, and yes quite a bit of spoiling.  If you aren’t spending the money on a big party why would you not treat the birthday girl?

My middle, Nell, turned 7 on Friday.  She chose shopping, oysters, a photoshoot (with my influence of course), and rock climbing for her special spoils.  A girl after my own heart.

She is such a beauty.  I know I’m her mother, but this one.  When I find the time to stop and really look at her she blows my mind.  I am so happy I have my camera to capture her now, right at this time.  I know so much of this will be forgotten as the years pass, and with all the juggling there is only so much my mind can hold onto.

For now, when a birthday comes, I stop and I hold onto the present.  The individual time with my girls is something I will never regret giving them. 

You eat the cupcakes, the party favors get tossed, the balloons deflate.  It's been 7 years of passing time since this middle entered my world. The passing of time never stops, and neither do the memories when you take a minute to give some. 

Becoming a Protector

Becoming a Protector

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