Saturday we hosted Tilly's first birthday party. This, of course, is in contrast with the actual birthday celebration on her birthday 4 days earlier. She had approximately 60 of her closest friends and relatives (with some notable exceptions) in attendance, including godfather Uncle Alan who drove from Madison, Wisconsin.
As I expected, her favorite things were either sugary and covered in sprinkles, or crinkly and shiny paper or packaging on the outside of numerous plastic, bulky items. It was a celebration of community that we have here, and of rite of passage for her.
This time around, it really wasn't about her, in a way--it was about us having her. From here on out, though, she owns this day and this event. Next year, she'll understand more what it's all about and that there's something in it for her.
I will probably remember most her hushed, stunned look as she gazed around the living room and dining room while 35 or so people serenaded her with 'Happy Birthday'.
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