This post is sponsored by Happy Family Brands but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.
If you’ve been following me for a while on here or Instagram, you’ve surely been entertained by tales of my 3 year old, #LilytheThreenager.
A true threenager in every way, she’s been giving me a run for my money with everything from a general ‘tude, protesting sleep, and the struggle that is mealtime.
As moms we all have our sticking points, and the fight that ensues over dinner (especially where anything healthy is involved), can drive me crazy!! I know she won’t starve, but I want to see her expand her palette beyond her beloved pb and honey sandwiches. 😉
It wasn’t the party we might have previously envisioned, and the circumstances were nothing we would have desired.
We weren’t at a restaurant of your choice. We weren’t shaking our heads as you pretended to scan the menu as if you’d actually try something different for a change.
We weren’t having a family game night, talking trash to one another as the cards fell across the table. We weren’t teasing lovingly commending your persistence even though you have a knack for coming in last place.
We weren’t even at your house because you’re not there. You’re not there and I know that’s the birthday wish that supersedes them all.
But you are here with us, which is a blessing in itself.
You’re here after that alarming text I received on the afternoon of April 4th.