Big sister had Paige convinced that she didn't turn four until after she returned from school. I am not sure if that was an attempt to not miss the party, or if Matt had told Meg the timeline of the original birthday in the hospital. Either reason, Paige wasn't so sure how to answer people who questioned, "how old are you?" in the morning. Three fingers immediately shot up, with a hesitating pinkie wanting to join. Multiple times she asked me, "Do I look four? I don't look like I am four!" I think she may have expected to instantly be a foot taller...
She had a good birthday, yesterday. She selected the cake with the most pink frosting the day before. She helped get a half-dozen balloons to the car - that was a sweet shadow silhouette to watch on the parking lot's asphalt. She received several phone calls from family. She eagerly opened gifts from visiting grandparents. She enjoyed her requested chicken noodle soup and breadstick dinner. And, she held no grudge that the real party didn't get started until after 8:00 PM when Matt got home from a long day. Cake is still exciting. Zhu-Zhus and Squinkies, handpicked by sister, are still exciting.
Sweet thing. I am grateful to be kept on my toes by the loud energy in her small body. 
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