Exactly one year ago today I blogged about the arrival of my third niece. She’s since been promoted from the gáº¡o to Lil A, though at the rate she’s growing, she’ll soon be Med A. She’s currently on her world tour and spending our birthday weekend with her maternal grandparents. I won’t get to see her for a bit longer so it will be some time before I can get that shot of us together in our matching Sonia Rykiel…
or Stella wear:
As such, these pics will have to do for today’s blog until I figure out how to Photoshop us together. I don’t know about you, but I gotta go get me some of that one-year-old skin…and bottle it.
I know Mother’s Day isn’t until May around the world, but in my little universe April 18th is now and forever Mother’s Day. My mom became a mother for the second time when I was born on this day last century, and my little sister followed suit last year with her first child. Coincidentally, my aunt also became a mom on that day when my cousin Steven was born.
I don’t think I’ve ever liked the idea of making a big deal out of my own birthday. When I was a kid I couldn’t wait to skip them all and become an adult and rule the world. And learn to drive, wear high heels. Or drive while wearing high heels. If I could age two years at a time, that would have been fine by me. And now that I’ve been out in this world trying not to get ruled by it for more decades than I can even imagine, I wish I could un-age three years at a time–then in a few years I’d be the same age as Lil A and we could go shoe shopping together.
Did someone say shoes?!
Yep, Lil A sure knows how to rock those Stella espadrilles.
I’ve been told I’m not so easy to buy presents for, but I think for this year, I’ll collect it the next time I’m in NY….one big juicy kiss from that lil one. Happy (early) Mother’s Day everyone!