I’ve decided as magical as I tend to make my children’s birthdays I secretly can’t stand that I’m one year closer to them growing. I’m emotionally dramatic when it comes to my kids. I get it. I don’t want to miss a moment of anything and I adore them. So on the eve of my daughter’s 7th birthday I cried tears. Messy ones. I’d strung the house in glittery garland, lined the stairs with happy birthday streamers, bought the balloons for her to wake up to and you name it lurked in a room in this house for her to be surprised and feel like the most special. (While the other child moped around angry that it was not her birthday – can’t win). Anyway, my sadness as my husband reminds me happens for every birthday as he rolled his eyes and ignored me. I know that’s his way of not wanting to admit he secretly was just as shook as I was that our daughter was already 7. She’s beautiful, and wonderful, and everything I dreamed she’d be at this age but I’m still a sobbing mess. Get it together right? Wrong. It ain’t happening. I’m nursing a cold, wallowing in my own self pity, and sobbing myself to sleep. But I woke up in all my glory and made my kid feel like she was the only person born on July 27 and the day belonged to her. I pumped her with chocolate chip pancakes, gave her glorious gifts, and topped it off with this. Please watch video in its entirety.

Parenthood changes everything. To describe the night that happened after that video is unexplainable. I will never top it. Everyone remembers their first concert. Mine was Lionel Richie (don’t judge) my husband was Michael Jackson (so cool). My kid is way cooler than either one of us with her dance moves, friends, and overall happiness. Wow we are lucky. After all, you only turn seven once right?