MADISON TURNS THREEJune 20, 2014
With tickets as invitations and a bounce house in place of games, there were sno cones and popcorn and cotton candy and lemonade. There were corn dogs, fifteen to be exact, which warranted curious looks from the drive-thru attendant when I ordered them yet her raised brows relaxed to frame the wink she gave me once I explained they were for a party.
We lit candles and sang the repetitive lyrics that one does at an occasion of this sort and I held my breath as she made her wish followed by several attempts to extinguish the three tiny flames, a task she achieved much quicker than this time last year despite the addition of another waxed torch thrown in the mix. Frosting spotted plates and clean licked forks littered the tables as the evidence of bare feet littered the lawn and the sun slowly made the setting journey west bringing an end to a day that will forever be hers.
Happy Birthday, Madison.
Regardless of how old you are, you'll always be my baby.