Party of Six

Oh my... What a perfect (and crazy) day, depending on if you asked Mama or child... We thought a science party would be fun - show the skewer through the balloon trick, make and give flubber, play with bubbles... But it all became about the flubber and the parting gifts (obviously flubber) came out early, inside the house and ended up everywhere... Including my favorite Anthropologie rug I have had for 10 years... Oops!
But it was a perfect day... Sunshine, blueberries to fill your goodie bag with and lots of happy kids squealing and celebrating our biggest girl. Oh happy day...

Now We Are Six

When I was one I had just begun
When I was two I was nearly new

When I was three I was hardly me
When I was four I was not much more

When I was five I was just alive
But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever;

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever. - A.A. Milne

My dear girl... You are as clever as ever, blowing my mind every day with the wisdom you whisper before you fall asleep each night while we cuddle and chat a little. I really feel like "we" are six because I am growing each step of the way and you teach me so much, each year seems like my "this is my favorite age" but then you show me there is so much more. I love that you are calling your own shots now, making decisions and feeling strong in who you are to be. You are going to be strong, wild, full of adventure and so full of love - you already are... I am watching you every step of the way and rooting for this world to be yours. Light it on fire, my love!

HOME at last...

Finally piled our pennies high enough to be with our family across the pond, it has been exactly four long years -a midsummer's eve celebration four years ago- since we have been home to Denmark... Far too long... These two weeks have been filled with long talks, lots of wild animals (really, not just the children!), lots of fun, lots of pregnant bellies and lots of family. Pure bliss!

Oh how we wish they lived next door every day... *SIGH*

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” – Jack Kerouac