Fifteen Candles

Last Saturday our eldest child turned fifteen years old. We can't quite believe it ourselves, either. After all her Dad & I are both still in our... er... early twenties... um... *cough*

Anyway. All that aside, with having been away I had had zero time to make her a cake, or organise someone to make her a cake and so I was left with no other option than to BUY one from a SUPERMARKET. This filled me with utter horror. I do not give shop-bought cakes to the children for their birthdays because it is my job to make them. This rule doesn't apply to anyone else before there's uproar, it's simply my own rule for myself. I make my own cakes.

So the Mister & I headed off and duly came back with the least offensive and least mashed (really, what do they do to them? They're just sitting on the shelf?) cake that we could find, containing the most chocolate and sweets to make up for my shortcomings.

Having spent the week away and out & about, we hadn't made any plans so poor A had a rather quiet birthday at home, though she did invite two friends round for a sleepover (though please remind me to say no to that next time she asks) and we had cake and watched a movie. That is, we watched a movie downstairs, and she & her friends watched one upstairs and spent the entire night on tumblr, emerging only once or twice to get food.

Being the age she is, nobody knows what to get her for her birthday. I'm fairly certain she doesn't even know what she wants herself. So, much to her delight she received money from just about everyone and is busy planning what she wants to spend it on. I have said NO to the purple hair and any more gigs this year. Although she has gone to town to get her hair cut... She might well surprise me yet.

Birthdays for my bigger kids are not the jelly & ice cream laden affairs that they once were. A even said she wasn't as excited for her birthday this year as she had been previously, a sure sign that she is getting older. And although I am a little sad that that time has passed for her - the childish giggling sleepless anticipation of waking up to balloons and cake and toys - she has so much more to look forward to that it won't worry her for long, I am sure.

We're very proud of the young lady she has grown in to, and we're very much looking forward to seeing the adult that she will soon become. It doesn't matter how old A gets, she'll always be our little princess.

And doesn't she look lovely in E's tiara..?

(You're welcome.)

I have linked this post with Reasons to be Cheerful, The Monday Club and #MagicMoments.