11 is A Lucky Number

I don't quite get how our daughter is turning 11 tomorrow. It just doesn't make sense to me. I feel like the last thing I can clearly remember is her climbing out of her crib and telling me she wasn't taking naps anymore. Time just disappears. Vanishes. Sometimes when they were little it seemed to go on forever some days. I have friends with little kids and I hear that all the time. The thing is, it's goes by in a flash. Not to dwell on that. This is her birthday and she is so excited. She has been singing for the last two weeks, "Soon I will be 11." On her birthday card I wrote, "Happy 7th birthday!" I can't even write it.
So Saige is a bright little star. When she was two years old a tarot card reader told me she would be my social one. Friends and travel and always been a step ahead of the game. That reader was right. She is so responsible. It shocks me sometimes. I remember my mother's mother, my "Dotsie," who I loved desperately telling me that your qualities skip a generation, so you are more like your grandmother than you are your mother. I don't know if she made it up. I loved thinking I had that connection with her though. I was little, but I remember that so well. So I like to think that Saige gets that too. I'm the flaky one. Her and my mother have it together. :) RIght Mommy? Yes, I am 39 and still call my mom "Mommy" sometimes. I can only hope that Saige will too.
So, tomorrow we start the festivities. Presents in the morning. Dinner out with friends. Sleepover this weekend with 18 of her closest friends. Fun. Fun. Fun.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board. Remember that? I hope they play it. I love having a girl Especially one so awesome as Saige.
Happy Birthday Gorgeous.
Can I kick it? Yes you can!