Eight is a magical number. I can't believe eight years ago I gave birth to a daughter who I'm more in love with now, than I was then.
What a gift.
Olivia is a marvelous little human. I took the day off to be with her.
We opened presents in the morning and she was thrilled with all her gifts. She's so polite and thankful.
I took her to a movie and spent as much time looking at her, as I did the film. It delights me to see her happy.
Then we went to the grocery so I could make dinner - reminds me of fun housewife times! - and I let her throw all kinds of things in the cart... because it's her birthday!
I made her favorite dinner and then we played with her gifts. She was such a perfect girl. When she's good, she's very good.
It was a perfect day. I'm not sure if it was a better day for her, or me!