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Six!

Phoebe is six today -- six on the 6th, so it's her "golden birthday," and it's also the first birthday that falls on the same day of the week on which she was born. (Like me, she's a Wednesday child -- full of woe.)

"Good-bye, Five, I'm sorry to leave you," she said last night before bed.

I'm sorry to leave Five too. Five was a good year for Phoebe. She did big kid things -- started school, started Girl Scouts, learned to read, made a new best friend (MEGAN! -- always said like that, in caps with an exclamation point). But she was still little -- loves to snuggle, can't sit still for more than a minute, says "bekfrast" and "callerpitter," sings and dances for us without being self-conscious. And she's still full of giggles and jokes and still a clothes diva and loves dolls and Spongebob and, somehow, usually manages to get her own way by turning on the tears.

I will miss Five. But as Phoebe also said last night, "And now presenting...Six!" If anyone can make Six sparkle, it's my baby girl.









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mimi said…
I can't believe that she is already six!
10:29 AM
mimi said…
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10:32 AM
aimee said…
Happy Birthday Phoebe! You will be an amazing 6 year old!! We love you!
11:36 AM
Karen said…
Happy Birthday to our "baby!"
2:34 PM
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