I am lucky because it falls on a Saturday and that means a whole weekend of celebrating. As I predicted, I got groomed. Do I know momma or what? Her tolerance for messy post pool curls is like... non existent. Pool = bath and grooming.
I am quietly waiting for breakfast and then I am going to claim me a human and get a full two handed belly rub. It's my birthday. Trust me, nobody will say no to me. But then , when do they say no?
Momma does, but we know why. She has a little part of her that ... hmmm shall we say it outloud? Ok, she has a little part of her that is in arrested development... I would guess age two? Her- no- no- no- phase? I swear it comes out of her mouth almost automatically. Ask daddy, he will confirm that.
In any case, I will take full advantage of my day and squeeze every second of joy and fun that I can, because you know what? It's my birthday!
Hush. Cosmo is a busy buddy. I am not answering his off key chorus of how old are you. I am old enough to know better than to answer that inappropriate question. Boy you never ask a lady her age. Get some manners!
This is my Wendy. I love her to pieces. But we do have some philosophical difference. And this picture illustrates the core of our difference:
She is staring at daddy. She has that mix of adoration and "what can I do for you?" She asks for nothing.
This is me. I am here to be loved, my thinking is "What can you do for me?"
I want my Wendy to feel as secure. It's not selfishness. It's knowing your worth!
I have been working on her self esteem for ever. Why? Because I love her. She is my Wendy.
Ohh got to go my breakfast is pret!