One of my favorite things about Laina is that she is very much her age. Sometimes we have eight year olds who want to be fourteen and sometimes we have eight year olds who act like they’re four.
Laina was not thrilled about turning eight on Sunday. She wanted to stay seven, but agreed to turn eight in exchange for gifts. She began her year as an eight year old with her very first trail ride that her horse instructor had arranged last minute. When I asked her what it was like she smiled big and said, “it was like…going to Fantasyland…” That child enjoys life. She’s happy. Plain and simple. And her happiness makes other people happy.
Here I’ve been putting on dog and pony shows my whole life to try to get people to smile when all I had to be was contagiously happy and adorable.
Okay so that’s not really in me, but I love seeing it in her!
Okay UNLESS you force her to get a flu shot, promise it won’t hurt and then when it DOES hurt you take her to a buffet and encourage her to refill her own drink and the pop machine explodes in her face.
She might have a problem with that…nobody’s perfect!
Happy Birthday Laina!
You turned three.
You turned four.
You turned five.
You turned six.
You turned seven.