Happy birthday, my Tessa! You woke me up with a kiss yesterday, and a whisper: Mama, it’s your seven year old!
You wanted a small tea party at home – fancy dress encouraged. Daddy made finger sandwiches and chocolate-covered strawberries, I made sparkly tea-pot-shaped shortbread cookies, and we chose a beautiful cake at the bakery. Grandma and Grandpa were here to help celebrate, and you kindly included your brother, who had about as much trouble on your birthday as you had on his last month.
Sipping peppermint tea and trading etiquette tips with your friends, you were completely at ease. Utterly unbound by convention, you invited your closest friends from school and home, Portland and Rockport, without a second’s worry about how they’d get along. None of them knew each other, but all of them love you, and you put them all at ease.
You gather people and ideas and interests without concern, Tessa, and you make it work. You are deeply creative and intensely attentive to detail. You are silly and serious, anxious and brave, hesitant and bold. You are my love, my joy, my tiny baby, and my very big girl. Happy birthday, Tessa G, from your Mama.