Technically, Addison isn’t officially seven until around sunset today, but we are starting the celebrations from sunrise. There are special treats for her classmates (thanks to the amazing baking skills of my co-worker’s daughter, not this non-Pinterest mom), at least a couple of renditions of “Happy Birthday”, dinner plans, ice cream instead of cake (her choice), a ‘real’ cake this weekend at a science-themed birthday party with a dozen kids…at our house.
It’s the milestones like today which are amazing and anxious at the same time. Sometimes I feel like all the ‘regular’ days in between the special moments kind of get lost in the mundaneness of the everyday. Then when something like a birthday rolls around, it’s a milepost, a joyous occasion that is something worth celebrating. But at the same time, I hear the “tick, tick, tick” of time marching on and it also reminds me that we are constantly looking over our shoulders, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sometimes I mourn the lost life she never got to live.
This week, Addison has been excitedly anticipating her birthday. The other night, as we were having a cuddle before bedtime, I remarked how I couldn’t believe she was going to be seven. Then she giggled with glee, hugged me, and said, “And then next year I’ll be 8, then the year after that I’ll be 9, and then 10, and then 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20!!!!” I just smiled, like I always do when she says things like that, and gave her a hug.
Aaron’s philosophy on all of it is a good one, “There’s nothing to worry about until there is something to worry about.” He’s right. When there is so much you can’t control, there isn’t much point in getting too caught up in the black hole of speculation. And as I quickly scrolled through our photos from our Spring Break trip last night (my computer is finally back from its emergency repair!), I know she IS living a great life, right here and right now.
Happy birthday to my amazing and brave sweetheart!!
Elaine, Aaron, Addison and Charlie