We decided to celebrate your sixth birthday a couple weeks early because we took a trip home for a wedding and you wanted to have a party with your cousins. You’d decided on a garden theme at Grandma’s house. We threw the whole thing together last minute, and everyone really pulled through for you. If Grandma taught me anything , it’s that it doesn’t take a lot of money to make a good birthday, just thoughtful planning. Our friend Kalie made you that flower crown on a moment’s notice. We found the absolute perfect dress at Pippy Lou and they worked with us so well and got it shipped to Grandma and Grandpa’s on time. Grandma agreed to make the tie-dye cake you wanted and you decorated it. It was kind of crazy looking, but you were so proud of yourself so I was happy with that.
Grandma and I made up a game. You insisted on having silly string. So we got some green crate paper and made the kids wear some and play as weeds. They had to run around the yard away from the adults with silly string or “weed killers” If caught, they had to freeze. They couldn’t unfreeze until the adult with a spray bottle and around and misted them with it. Then you played with the bubble machine, which was a huge hit. You helped make bouquets from the flowers in grandma’s gardens and set them out on the table. You wanted gold balloons. I got 6 of them with different colored ribbons and we tied them to golf tees and put them around the yard so they looked like they were blooming out of it.
You also planted some seedballz in the butterfly garden and drew flowers with your cousins on the patio with sparkle chalk. There were chocolate cupcakes in flower holders with sour gummy worms on top and mini cupcakes with butterfly sprinkles. The weather was perfect to grill out and I really think you had more fun than at any other birthday yet. You’re always at your peak amount of hyperactivity and joy when in the company of your cousins.
All week Grandma told you about the “birthday fairies” which came after dark and granted your birthday wish. The party was in the evening went on until dark. By the time you were blowing you candles out. About 15 minutes later you came running up to me, screaming. ‘I GOT MY WISH. I GOT MY WISH. I WISHED FOR PIXIE DUST AND THEY LISTENED.” You found it glowing in the bushes. I guess Grandma was right after all.