Abby's birthday party day suited our girl perfectly. Abby's one request for her party was that it be fancy, so our morning began at the nail salon for pedicures with her two best friends. (She actually has three, she told me, but I had to explain that Georgia is simply too far away for Neely to be able to join us.) The girls were quite the hit at the salon, sitting mesmerized in their fanciest attire as their tiny toes were painted in hues of pink and purple and dotted with dainty white flowers.
When their polish was dry, we headed home for a little fancy craft time. Because nothing goes better with fancy toe nails than fancy flip flops.
Afterward, we enjoyed a brunch of fancy pink flower-shaped grilled cheese sandwiches (I baked a special loaf of pink bread the night before in preparation for the party), fruit salad, festive pink punch served in a fancy punch bowl, and some super fancy pink cupcakes with sparkley candles and pearlized sprinkles. 
To say it was a little girly at our house would be an understatement. Even Caleb seemed to understand how important it was to be fancy for this special occasion.
After unwrapping presents and a great deal of running around, the inevitable sugar crash hit hard and the fun had to come to an end.
A three-hour nap was just what our birthday girl needed to prepare her for the second half of her birthday party day, which was largely planned and executed by the man in her life. And so, sliding her perfectly manicured toes into her sparkley flip flops, she followed her dad down to the lake, armed with a tub of worms and a glittery pink fishing pole. She was sorely disappointed when she realized we would not be bringing her catch home for dinner that night. But I think all the stomping around in the muddy creek and crawfish catching helped her get over it.
It was a very good day.
After unwrapping presents and a great deal of running around, the inevitable sugar crash hit hard and the fun had to come to an end.
A three-hour nap was just what our birthday girl needed to prepare her for the second half of her birthday party day, which was largely planned and executed by the man in her life. And so, sliding her perfectly manicured toes into her sparkley flip flops, she followed her dad down to the lake, armed with a tub of worms and a glittery pink fishing pole. She was sorely disappointed when she realized we would not be bringing her catch home for dinner that night. But I think all the stomping around in the muddy creek and crawfish catching helped her get over it.
It was a very good day.
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