Say it isn’t so. I was just planning Juniper’s second birthday, I thought. And here I am, trying to define/refine what “I want a Pink Party” party, looks like. Because suddenly she has opinions, even though she has no grasp on what a birthday party entails.
She’s getting freakin’ smart. Clever. Witty. Dramatic. Girl’s got Jokes. Girl’s got Attitude. Girl likes Pink. My personal nightmare. She is so fierce, a force in our lives. As messy as things have been lately, she’s that common bond that is surfacing more each day. In what is seeming like our glue. Our fix-it kit. Our reason to re-evaluate, speculate, reintegrate, ovulate… ha! So much ovulation. She is incredible though, and not getting a sibling. Trust.
We are constantly exhausted, burnt out, worn thin, and yet I love her sticky face and knotted hair. (But on the real, if you have a favorite fix for that b.s., hit me up.) Her turning three means it’s been almost 4 years since cancer, 5 years since rehab. Those things feel so fresh, and so distant I can’t even properly describe it.
So what does this year’s party entail? Well, we are sticking with a color for a theme which makes it so easy. I didn’t ask her what color she wanted, I asked her what kind of party she wanted. She said pink. I hate pink, but I can work with pink. Shades of Pink and Red that is.
Here is what I am envisioning:
- Balloons in 3-4 shades of Pink
- Berry themed mouth hugs, i.e. Strawberry Shortcake and Berry Pie. Berry Punch with Berry Sorbet.
- Flowers in all the shapes and all the shades of pink.
- Pretty berry/floral cake or cupcakes (She asked for a flashlight cake, maybe next year lover.)
We are renting a great lake house for a long weekend too. What did we do before AirBnB? Seriously? It’s about 45 min from our place, right on the water and has a whole shore of water. 3 Nights of grilling, chilling, spilling and we will be floating on donuts and swans and flamingos. Mark my words.
To stick with last years traditions. I have ordered her a new THREE hat and a new raglan shirt. This year, in red. I’ll of course have all the photos in a future post. To revisit lasts years black and white masterpiece, go here & here.
I can’t wait! Well, I can. I don’t really want a three-year old yet, but it’s here. We might as well party.