Sola turns six today, much to my consternation. I want her to be two forever – instead, I see signs of myself in the white hairs that displace a little more yellow each year, the relaxed approach she takes to many things that used to incite her to insanity. She sleeps in a little later, jumps a little less high than she used to. She’s all grown up.
Many blog readers would guess that Nigel runs the show here, but it’s Sola who lays down the law, frets over the household and makes sure everyone comes in from walks. She’s a worrier, another quality we share. Interestingly, she is also the most likely to incite fun. Her enthusiasm for life is unmatched, and she beams with joy at the simplest pleasures. She’s infectious that way, and we are all better for having her in our lives.
Don’t panic – this is pre Mr. Stick era media.
Tonight, we’ll celebrate properly with peanut butter and fluff sandwiches, toys and an inordinate amount of fussing. I’ll reread her coming home story and thank my stars that she found us. I never knew how much I needed her. I’m thankful she took the time to show me. As a little extra something special, I’ve invested quite a bit of time in a special Christmas presentation that I hope you’ll enjoy.
Happy birthday sweet Sola. We adore you. ♥