Another year has flown by somehow. This time last year we were in Seattle, fighting jetlag to stay awake for Kyra's fourth birthday party.
And now? Now she's five. She's taller and skinnier and girlier. She's forgotten all of her Chinese, but she's starting to sing in Arabic as she twirls around in the kitchen. Her favorite color is "dark pink with sparkles."
She's going to start kindergarten - kindergarten! - in the fall, and I'm not sure how to feel about that. Oh, she's clearly ready. But I'm not sure I am. How is it that she's not my baby anymore?
She's stubborn and sneaky and smart - just like her mama. I sense we're going to clash pretty hard a few years from now, so I have to hold on to these years, when I'm still her mommy and not just that pain-in-the-ass woman who tells her she can't wear that out of the house.
We'll celebrate as a family this year, with a pink heart cake topped with pink and purple sparkles. It isn't much to look at - I'm not the best cake decorator - but she took one look and exclaimed "I didn't know that was the cake I wanted, but it is!"
With Shay and Aidan, 5 years ago...