Lizzie’s party was tonight and it was a really great party. Five of her little friends from school, three neighbor kids, and two kids of our friends showed up. Plus various friends of ours and Matt’s parents. We ate pork tacos, chips and salsa, and chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting. She opened her presents with the help of Mom-Mom and my friend’s 5 year-old. They played with her train set and drew pictures and made Christmas ornaments.
About two hours ago, the last of Lizzie’s party guests left. I spent twenty minutes picking up plates and cups and gathering wrapping paper. Then, well, then I climbed into bed just after 8 o’clock, where I now sit, writing this. I am BEAT. My feet are killing me, having stood most of the night in my bare feet on our hard kitchen tile floor. And, you know what, I really don’t care. I’ll crash a bit after 9 and sleep off the exhaustion. Eventually, I’ll get everything else cleaned up.
Right now, though, I’m going to remember how happy my little girl was and ignore the fact not a single photo really turned out.