Several months ago, I was reading about themed parties in Metro Parent. An advertisement for pony parties caught my eye, and I casually mentioned it to Sydney. "Maybe we should have a pony for your birthday party?"
Word of advice: if you aren't willing to follow through with asking your kids about having a pony for their birthday party, you shouldn't ask them if they want it.
My habit of talking aloud is going to get me in a lot of trouble with my kids ("Maybe we should go to Paris for your birthday? Maybe we should take a vacation to Sydney, Australia?"). Oh man.
Fortunately, getting a pony for a birthday party turned out to be a good idea.
If it was up to my mom, we'd already own a pony, but so far she hasn't been able to convince anyone on the farm (older than 10 years old, anyway) that's a good idea. She grew up with ponies, and, well, that's how that story goes.
This story, however, goes like this: saw idea for pony party, decided to follow through on idea for a pony party, found a local place that rescues ponies and puts all the proceeds from the parties to helping feed them, called them up and voila! A pony at the Family Farm. It was a win win all the way around.
Especially for the birthday girl.
Despite the fact that I have family over every month for Soup Night, I still get a teensy tiny bit stressed out for social events. I fight that inner perfectionist, but sometimes she just pops up, especially at parties. I just want everything to go just so. Including the weather.
And because God is gracious to me and humored my frantic driveway pacing--arms raised to the sky rebuking those gray clouds, no less--we had hardly any rain and everything really was just as perfect as it could be. My heart was bursting with thankfulness.
Of course, the real joy of all it was seeing Sydney happy to have friends over to celebrate her big day.
Sydney woke up Saturday morning so excited, not only for her party, but also because even though school had ended the day before, she was still going to be able to see all her her school friends.
Then, of course, there was the added joy of having family there. Have I mentioned before that I love having family nearby? I have? Well, I'll say it again. I love having family nearby. Especially when there's a birthday to be celebrated.
Grandparents, cousins, aunt and uncle, great-grandparents, great-aunts and great-uncles, and friends near and dear enough to be considered family. Got 'em all.
And after the pony rides, and between zip-line riding breaks, we had cake. Sydney had requested a castle cake, so that's what I made.
A red velvet castle cake with seven windows and pink jellybeans carefully placed by the birthday girl herself.
What a day we had to celebrate the girl of my heart, who made me a mommy seven years ago.
Love that girl.