After The Ball is Over

It was strange to remember the first day we met her, and to be celebrating it like this, with crowns and ball pools and lots of shouting and musical bumps. Seems like we have come a very long way in quite a short time really. She is her own person, and makes her presence felt in lots of lovely ways, like having a laugh with her friends, and apparently becoming engaged to at least two suitors in her class without our permission.
When all the thrills and excitement are done, we all come back to our special place, home. Which today was knee deep in wrapping paper and fantastical goodies in various shades of pink. Happy Birthday.