Lupine turned 13 yesterday.
Thirteen! A refined version of who she has always been, I marvel as she becomes more gentle and fierce, authentic and kind, courageous and confident with every passing year.
What an honor to watch her–and her brother–grow and become and unfurl.
For Lupine’s “friend party” (the day before her birthday) she requested a day in the city with some lifelong friends–three siblings we’ve known since Lupine was a newborn.
Their 13 year old couldn’t join us, but Lupine was undeterred.
Along with Sage and I, the eldest sisters were up for a day of thrifting, pho, and other city adventures. Such fun!
Her birthday itself we enjoyed at home, just the four of us. Board games and favorite meals were on the docket, and nothing else. So mellow, and so Lupine.
Beneath the birthday bunting that we made together when she was turning 4, we played board games, cooked and ate delicious food, and she ever so slowly unwrapped and savored her gifts.
Before dessert, we set up the birthday spiral (as we always have), and read her story, year by year, as she lit the candles.
I have very few photos to show for the day, which is just fine by me.
More and more my camera has been staying in its bag, and my heart with my family, in the moment, undistracted.
While I love taking photos, sometimes I want to be only here.
Just before bed she said, “Write a blog post about my birthday. Then next year we can look up what kind of cake I made, if we forget.”
So here we are.
It was an angel food cake that we made together, Lulu. (Though you did most of the work. I just helped with all that sifting.) The recipe is in that tattered old copy of the Joy of Cooking that my grandma gave me when I was just a few years older than you. Served with persimmons, of course, because they’re your favorite. Mmm!
Happy birthday, Lupine. What an honor it truly is to be your mama. I love you so.
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