Oh hey there, I’m just popping in with a very quick post to say that I may have drastically underestimated how adept Olive is at trolling me and/or I am killing it with this whole parenting thing.
Almost two weeks ago, Olive turned five.
I didn’t write much about it then, and I told myself it was because I was so busy with her birthday party and her family dinner and the excitement and preparation and post-party exhaustion that came with both.
That was partially true – I love birthdays, and I love making hers special, so I am usually completely pooped by the time it’s all over – but I also just really didn’t know how to write about it without leaning heavily on cliches, or composing a post that was just a single long exhale and a slowly whispered, “Five?!”.
So much of this seems beyond the realm of possibility.
I’m sure that it’s written somewhere that you shouldn’t rank Mother’s Day celebrations. Not only because it’s crass but also because it suggests that each year’s events should outdo the last for the express purpose of being more and better instead of being reflective of any true sentiment.
But um, if one were forced to rank them, I would have to admit that I think Mother’s Day 2017 was my favourite yet.
To back up this incredibly bold assertion I think I could basically just post the following picture and be done with it: