My baby just turned six. Just one more thing I can't comprehend. I think I'm going to have to get used to this whole 'my children are growing up and there's nothing I can do to stop it' thing.
We had ourselves an intimate little family celebration this year, complete with a quaint, homemade horse shaped cake, that may or may not have had the rear legs eaten off by the dog, while I was shuttling children to school. Is that sort of thing that really builds memories.
All this girl wanted for her sixth b-day was a scooter and a pony.
L was thrilled with the scooter (for all of two minutes), then her brother took over. Now I'll let you guess which child rides the scooter up and down the cul-de-sac daily.
When will I learn to buy gender neutral colors?
The other part of her present was an official horseback riding lesson, with a friend (a girl's got to share these important life-changing moments with a bud).
They start giving lessons at, you guessed it, age six. So she barely made the cut-off.
It was perfect.
Eagerly anticipating getting her horse to groom and saddle up.
Look at that confidence. To say L was excited would be a gross understatement. She even did Noble's hallmark arm flapping when they were bringing the horse out.
She was definitely in her element.
During her first lesson, L learned how to make the horse start and stop, reverse, learn a barrel pattern and carry it out, and even trot. She did amazing.
Happy six birthday to my gorgeous, brilliant, daring, adventurous, loving, sweet-hearted girl. You fill our lives with all things wonderful; we love you London Elizabeth!