She is 11.
Eleven.
Once. Jedenáct. Elf.
No matter which language you say it in, it is still a number closer to teenager than it is to toddler.
And I am reminded of that every time I catch a glimpse of her.
Expecting to see this...
Or this...
Or even this...
Instead, I see this staring back at me.
Beautiful, inside and out, but where did the time go? And those chubby cheeks?
On top of all of this, it was also her golden birthday. (For those not in the know, your golden birthday is the one when you turn the age of the date of your birth. MadHatter was born the 11th, so her 11th birthday is golden. Mine was my 17th as my birthday is July 17th.) She has been looking forward to and planning this one for ages. But we threw a wrench in it by moving her across the world just before it happened so now she has to rethink her plan. I will let you know when she finally comes up with her new one, and we throw the party...perhaps next year at the rate she is planning.
No matter. We still had a party of our own where we celebrated all things MadHatter!
Yearly door decorations were done with a twist this year.
She got to open her present from Nana and Grampa at breakfast before heading to school.
And I laid out the rest of the loot.
Books and lip gloss and yep, that is a Walkman...
She has wanted a Walkman forever. I finally got her one (they are hard to find), and now we are just waiting for all of my old tapes to join us (they are still in Germany.
And of course, a personalized Golden Ticket book.
But perhaps her favorite present of all -
We love you to the moon and back and more than all of the stars in the sky MadHatter. We are so proud of the lady you are growing up to be and know that only goodness is in store for you in the future. Happy 11th my sweet girl.
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