Merry Christmas to all, but most especially to my best present ever:
It's her birthday once again, she is twelve now!
And I think we are finally coming to terms with the jiving up of the Christmas fun and the birthday fun.
We've tried many many things over the years, variations and tweaks. But what works best is what has become solid tradition: Christmas in the morning, Bday after noon. And before you get all "aw, gee" about it all, lets look at this clearly:
My Sweet Sarah has the biggest birthday of the year.
It has a month of buildup leading up to it.
The entire world celebrates alongside her; because she has the best most awesome birthday companion possible: Christ himself!
Christmas babies are inherently special, they just are.
She gets the best breakfast, homemade cinnamon rolls, every year.
She will never have school or work on her birthday.
And she gets the yum of the fancypoo Christmas dinner on the eve of her bday and then gets her pick of dinner and desert for Christmas day. Even if she chooses hot dogs (and she has)!
So, we think having a Christmas birthday is pretty special; just like her.
Because my sweet Sarah bird is twelve.
She was my tiniest baby, hands down, the tiniest baby I had ever held.
I might have told you that before, I still can't get over it!
She is still petite and always will be.
That frustrates her sometimes, but it suits her perfectly.
Except perhaps when she is guarding in basketball.
Which is probably why she does such a fierce trash talking job of it!
She is a girly girl and probably always will be.
She loves ruffles and sparkles and bling...
and dolls and ponies and kittens...
but not wild jumping dachshund puppies.
She loves to be social and is making many friends at her school.
But her best friend for ever and ever will always be her sister Em.
They shared a basket, they shared bottles (I know, gross, but try it w/ virtual twins, try keeping them always separate, I double dog dare you), they shared clothes, toys, snacks, baths, beds, and still share a room.
They are just each others best buddy.
Except when they aren't, because they are preteen girls and that explains it all!
Sarah is creative and loves to draw and craft and cut and design.
Which usually makes quite a mess.
Which makes her mom crazy.
Because Sarah is not and may never be, a natural cleaner or tidier.
Though she can do a great job when motivated.
Storms and spiders scare her.
As do large dogs, and jumpy puppies.
She loves sugary foods beyond anything else to eat.
And has a knack for figuring out how to score them.
Sarah can be prickly, and moody.
But deep down, she is a sweet not so little (12 now!) girl who just wants to be liked, fit in, and have fun.
Just like most twelve year old girls.
Especially the have fun, preferably a party, part.
So today we will hang the streamers and cut the cake.
We will open (more!) presents and we will sing the birthday song loudly.
And we will hug this special girl tight and tell her:
"Happy Happy Birthday Sweet SarahBird!"
"We love you so much!"
"We hope all your bday wishes come true!"