I knew PSP wanted a unicorn party a few months ago. Oy, how can I get out of this? I thought. Maybe we could have it at one of those bouncy house places or another party location that would basically take over any party planning on my part. But money, time and the desire for some home-made fun won out. We've put off most of the prep work until the week before--typical--and as I watch my simple plans become more complex by the minute I start wondering, why do we do this to ourselves? We've got 18 unicorn horns to make, a rainbow cake to bake, posters to print off and incredibly still more shopping.... why are we doing this again? Then I look out the kitchen window and see this.
I'm not gonna lie... of course part of the reason we do it is for ourselves. I want a pretty party so I can take pretty pictures and post them on my (sometimes) pretty blog. Even without the blog, I want her party to look cool, to be cool. Why do something if we're not going to do it well? I don't think it's totally vain. But at the heart of it I really, really want my daughter to remember that we tried, that we did some cool stuff for her on her birthday because we love her. Part of my love language is gifts, special occasions, surprises that sort of stuff... so it makes sense that I'd want to do it for them too. My little loves. The shopping, the planning, the building, the insane unicorn crafting... it's for the special little memories. It's these special memories, morning kisses, daily devotions of love that I hope will build up over time and serve to inform their minds and their hearts over and over and over again, first whispering then shouting, You are loved. You are special. You matter. Regardless of what happens in that big, bad world out there, you are, were and will always be eternally invaluable.
Besides, thats one freaking awesome unicorn.
Can she have golden hoofs daddy? Can she?
Why yes she can.