The exact day (Wed), date (February 20th) and time (8:16pm) of her birth. And a picture of her when she turned five.
Oh Disney, you treated us well. Twelve hours in the park, one princess lunch, two rounds on Buzz Lightyear, one fairytale moment in the Princess store (pick one!) and a broken monorail at the end (with a 45 minute wait for a bus while holding two, 40 pound sleeping kids)…and I’m exhausted. We had fun, a ridiculous amount of fun where you can walk in without a diaper bag and really enjoy yourself. I’ve been to Disney pregnant (no bueno) and with two kids under two (also, no bueno) and this time was seriously the best. The best!
We started out by telling Molly that instead of going home like we had told her we would (liars!), we were going to Disney. We’ve been keeping this a secret from her forever, and it was so fun to finally tell her. My dad sent some money down and she got to go into the Princess store of all Princess stores and pick out whatever she wanted. That’s kinda like sending me into Target with a credit card and saying, “Have fun.” Heaven! She chose the Ariel gown (the mermaid costume was too slutty) and my mom bought her the crown and gloves and she got sprinkled with pixie dust and her happiness could not be contained. The dress matched her eyes exactly and she was so beautiful my heart hurt.
We did the Princess lunch in the castle (where Cinderella actually lives, mom!) and she met her idols. Is it just our house that Disney has completely taken over? We watch Disney Junior obsessively and know all the characters and we are just a walking ad for everything Disney is selling. Let’s not speak about all the money they earned from us though, ‘kay?
My hands down favorite moment? Sitting on a trash can (don’s ask) and watching the fireworks with Molly’s arms wrapped around me. All I could think was, five years ago at this very moment I was giving birth to her and I had no idea what was to come. And there I was, with this little girl, not even a baby anymore, but a five year old person telling me that her dreams were coming true. Do you know how fullfilling that is to know that she was so completely happy in her life? I don’t think children need huge gifts or things to be content, but being able to give her this moment meant everything to me, you know?
It feels so good to be raising a little girl who is turning out to be everything I want (and more), but also sad that she is getting older. I need time to stop, slow down. I need more time! I want one more day of that chubby little 6 month old, one more day with that newborn where I can soak it all in with the knowledge that everything really does turn out okay. I can’t believe how she has changed me, how happy I am that she is here and I get to be her mother. My hope is that someday, when I am old and grey and on my deathbed, that if I only have one quality worth remembering it is that I was a good mother. My children are part of my soul, the biggest part of me that really matters.