We picked up their Papa at the airport on the eve of Iliana’s 5th birthday. They love their Papa. Emerson was walking through the airport saying “paw paw”, “paw paw”, in his best pronunciation of Papa. Iliana was overjoyed. When we did eventually see him, and we were waiting for his bags, the two of them were doing handstands with one foot up in the air, then they’d turn their bodies a little, and make it a sideways stand. Emerson pretty much doing what Iliana was doing. Then they’d both look at their Dad and be like, “did you see that”. Children express their happiness in such clear ways.
It’s been a whirlwind of trying to prepare for a little, birthday party that we’re having for Iliana on Saturday. She invited 5 friends, since she’s turning 5. This seems a nice way to keep it simple and manageable for her as a little person who will be the focus of the day. One of her favorite guests is a little chihuahua named Chica.
Preparing for this party has been a lot, considering I hardly felt moved in, really. A lot of my preparation has gone into making the house as comfortable as possible, so that when guests come on Saturday, we all have places to sit, there are dishes ready and available for the cake, (that there’s a platter for the cake!), and that it’s relatively clean. All assumably easy tasks if you’ve been living in a home for awhile, and have had a birthday or two, but when you’re new, it takes a lot of forethought and planning. We still haven’t moved all of our things from the house in Illinois, not that we’re moving everything, but the little things, like nice plates to eat cake on, nice silverware to eat said cake, tablecloths, candles, all those things are still in Illinois. Luckily, as Eric’s arrival grew closer, I was texting him daily with items to bring, trying to remember exactly where they were in the house, and hoping they’d fit in his luggage. He told me, as he was packing, he’d look at the clothes he wanted to bring, and the pile he’d made of my requests, and tell himself, no, I don’t really need that many shirts, then he’d pack one more item for us. Pretty nice.
I still found myself yesterday making a trip to Michael’s to get some party items, decorations, crafts for a project to do together. I stumbled upon this birthday post, which has me feeling like I want to make another trip to get a few more things. You must check out the link, Posie Gets Cozy’s birthday for her two year old is absolutely darling! Oh my! That woman goes all out. It’s fun to see a post for a two year old given that my Emerson is almost 20 months. Fun to follow along someone close in age.
In the end all will go as it goes. There will be ups and downs, happy moments and sad, excitement, disagreement, but hopefully, and most of all, love. Love for a little girl turning 5. The magic of birthdays. The magic of growing up. The magic of cakes, and friends, dogs, Papas, brothers, and hopefully Moms. May the fairy of birthdays sprinkle a little dust on all of us here.