Isla turned six last weekend, and her greatest wish was to lose a tooth. She has been fascinated and slightly envious of all the children in her class - with someone losing or tooth nearly everyday it seems.
Pull, tug, and wiggle as we would - her teeth seem solidly in place (for now anyways). So with a sigh of acceptance, she requested instead a rainbow party for her sixth birthday - and that one I could deliver on.
We took advantage of the long weekend and packed up the candles, decorations and cake making ingredients and headed for the Kootenays.
Turning six, I have realized now, comes with some added maturity and a delightful sense of self-determination and assurance. Isla was most helpful all weekend and enthusiastically involved in all the preparations for the party.
She played a gracious hostess at the party, serving up lunch to all her playmates, organizing the events and party games. And with a sparkle in her eye to match her sequined top, she gleefully received her birthday song and cake.
With as much enthusiasm as her mother (that it actually worked), we revealed a six layer rainbow cake!
Isla Belle, teeth and all, I love you for all your radiance, sparkling personality and kind heart. Happy Birthday my sweet.