Once upon a time there was a little girl named Abigail. She had just turned one year old. She really had no idea what a birthday was or even what streamers and balloons were (because, of course, she’d never had a birthday before).
She did know, however, that she wanted to look good.
She wasn’t so sure about all the attention she was getting, and took awhile to warm up to Grandma & Grandpa & Aunt Jenipher’s company.
She did NOT want her big brother to touch her presents. (Even though, of course, she really didn’t know what a present was—I think she had an idea by this point that the day was all about her.)
It took her a little while but she got the hang of ripping open the paper. (That is, when her big brother & sister would let her.)
The little girl got lots of things she could hug and hold. Things that were her very own and NOT her sister’s.
And she got things with wheels. Things that were NOT her brother’s. (Well, not yet at least.)
But of course the BEST thing to play with was the bags the toys came in.
Then the little girl had to get back in her high chair. At first she wasn’t too excited about that. She also wasn’t too excited about the little stick with fire that was coming between her and something that looked really yummy. And even though we’d practiced for weeks, she didn’t quite know how to blow out that stick of fire.
Finally, she got to taste the yummy stuff. And she didn’t have to be told how to eat it!
She didn’t smile much but neither did she complain!
The little birthday girl had a great day with her family and, even though she may not remember her 1st birthday party, she will one day look back on her pictures and know that she was a Princess for the day!
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