Six years

The sixth birthday.

It feels such a special one? First year in school might be the reason.

Or maybe six just means you aren't a little kid anymore.

You've migrated up to kid!

Miss 6 has been excited for months.

A snow party is planned in her honour for the weekend {she LOVES snow anything!}

Last night before bed she whispered

I'm going to have candles in the morning right? Not the ones on cake... the OTHER ones??

OH did that make my heart soar. I love that my girls LOVE their birthday traditions.

They wake up to their presents set out on the table with the candle ring alight with the number of candles of their age. Those who choose, wear the birthday crown {sometimes they choose not to}, and they have a number Tshirt waiting for them to wear for the day. They choose what breakfast they want {usually doughnuts or pancakes} and recieve about 3 presents and a birthday letter outlining achievements, favourite things, happenings in the year.

This all means the day started nice and early!


Pancakes with strawberries for breakfast, Icecream cake and chocolate milk to share at school and an order for lasagne and icecream and jelly sundaes for dinner.

I'm happy to oblige.

Happy Birthday to my cheeky smile, twinkle in the eye, always on the go Girl.