Ivory is Five
Previous birthdays we invited all our our friends. We had potlucks. We sipped beers and chatted while the hoard of children played in the background. I anxiously eyed the weather forecast. Her birthday day yo-yo-ing between sunshine and rain. Our home is not suited to squeezing large groups of folks into, and this year it seemed the focus should be on the birthday girl. So I narrowed the list down based on her friends rather than mine.. hoped we would have sunshine and that everyone would understand... and made invitations. Ivory is five. This birthday, more than previous birthdays, feels like a rite of passage. Suddenly she is school aged. She is enrolled in kindergarden and after this summer I will be dropping her off into the care of another for hours each weekday. This is a change I can hardly fathom. While I stitch the seams of her new touch-the floor-princess dress I worry about back packs, school lunches and if she will fe...