My eldest chica turns 23 today. I'd like to say "It seems like only yesterday," when she was sitting on the living room carpet, raptly inhailing the dulcet tones of "The Little Mermaid," singing along with Ariel. But that would be trite. A cliché, as they say.
Did we really invite the entire kindergarten class over for her 5th birthday? Did we really parade around the block with my Lil' Sis & all the kiddos in tow, singing "Hail to the Redskins" in the wake of the team's latest (and, sadly, last) Super Bowl win?
Did we do sleepovers & conga lines? Did she flee in terror when I once coughed up the cash for a "real" clown?
All that & more. This was the child of projectile vomiting & dog bites, & more trips to the ER than Carter has pills. The one who learned a disparaging remark in middle school, & who couldn't wait to get home to anoint her baby sister with the perjorative term.
But she's also the one who stood up for Ella Numera Dos in high school, when "girl drama" threatened to get the best of the little froshie. And the one who collapsed in a tidal wave of tears when she learned that her little sister's kitty had just gone to that great litter box in the sky.
Ella Una keeps reminding me that she's "a grownup now," a second-semester law student who can think for herself. All that's true. But to me, she's still the one who snuggles with her Mommy when she's feeling blue & never passes up a chance to make a Snow Angel. And who, when she received the 6 dozen (that would be 72) homemade, iced, PINK sugar cookies, woke her Mommy from a sound sleep to exclaim that they'd survived the cross-country transit, "without one crumb out of place!"
¡Felicidades, chica! Hope you catch a few snowflakes soon. We're expecting the Snowstorm of the Century here in DC today; you know I'll be thinking of you!