Violet Turns One

And so the story of the first birthday party will go that I, Mama, planned a magical outdoor party. A party that was postponed one week due to a stormy forecast, but if I had not postponed it would have been on the most beautiful day. Then the weekend it was postponed to was wet, mushy, crap. I must have murdered someone in a past life for this one. I joke - kind of.

An indoor party it was. Perhaps a wee cramped, but if anyone minded they certainly didn't show it. It is the people that make the party, nothing else. It was a wonderful day.

Ben's absence rapped on my heart like an old friend at a back door. These are the hardest days of a deployment, the special days. The ones you can't get back. Luckily, Violet has many more birthdays to come and many more cakes to eat.

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  1. EmilyKMay 23, 2014 at 9:56 AM

    Lovely photos and lovely party. Alas, that first one is really for the family anyway. With your eye for photography, the beauty of the event was captured regardless of the weather. Sigh. I don't even remember the details of the girls' first birthdays. What I remember is that my dad was alive for Claire's (showing up in several photos), Aunt Coon & Dad Reeves were alive and present for all three, and my best friend, Lynn, was there for all three.

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