4 days on and I still can't believe I have a five year old!
The cliches are so true. It seems like yesterday I held that sweet baby girl in my arms for the first time, feeling just as fragile as she was, yet at the same time totally overwhelmed by the immense love I already had for her.
Now look at her.
Five. Years. Old.
And five was a VERY. BIG. DEAL to her too.
When we asked Aoife what she wanted for her big day, she quickly said that she wanted some friends over to play, balloons, and party plates filled with party foods... and, oh, don't forget the cake!
(The cake was very important. I don't think she has forgiven her daddy yet for preferring mince pies to cake)
Later, she also asked for cars, a trumpet, and a pink, shiny, sparkly dinosaur...
(No, we don't know where she got that last idea from either!)
But the party remained at the top of her list.
And so it was that on the Saturday of her birthday, Aoife had ten little friends over. And she loved every minute of it.
There were games:
Lots of games.
The all important cake:
And jelly and ice cream too.
And laughter. And noise. Lots of noise. And many wonderfully sweet moments between young friends.
It was an absolute pleasure having those kids over. They were a lot of fun. And when they had all gone home the house seemed oh so quiet.
But we needed that quiet time too, to relax and soak up the last few hours with mormor (who kindly took most of the pictures above by the way).
Come back soon mormor. We miss you.