She woke up this morning and she could leap tall dollhouses with a single bound. She could outrun older brothers, eat cake like a logger. She said she feels older and taller.
She got four single dollar bills from Papa and Grammy. She misplaced them yesterday and asked:
"Where's my million dollars?"
Then later it became 'four hundred dollars'.
Yesterday we went bowling with church. Looks like that's going to be our birthday ritual every year. This year she just wrestled the ball to the lane and flung it toward the pins instead of using the...I don't know, rack thingy that all the kids used last year.
We let her open her gifts yesterday and it was like a whirlwind blew through the house. Paper flew, shrieks abounded and things that were already in their proper places in her room got sucked into the vortex and ended up in the pile in the living room floor when the dust had settled.
Man, the last four years have been a whirlwind. Lily was born during the semester I finished up my undergraduate degree. Since then we've moved 1,200 miles and then some.
In her short life she's flown on a plane, taken a train, a cab, many buses, been to Yellowstone and the Tetons, been to Chicago, summited a 13er (and many smaller mountains), rock climbed, been bike packing, hiking, camping, lived in Stanton, Denver, Lakewood and Arvada, she's seen mountain passes and crossed the Continental Divide a few times, ridden her pink princess bike the equivalent of a transcontinental ride while never leaving our street, she's visited zoos, museums, a multitude of parks and she's attended quite a few Cub Scout functions.
In short, she's short. But she's seen a lot.
Happy Birthday Lily!
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