I was invited to a tea party for Sophie’s fifth birthday.
The festivities included a very cute teapot cake, and a beautifully set table with a hat, pair of gloves, and a string of pearls at each place setting. Six little girls were invited, all wearing their summer party dresses.
Refreshments consisted of iced tea (I overheard one little girl say to another, “It’s really just fruit juice!”), sandwiches cut with a teapot-shaped cookie cutter, sliced fruit, and potato chips. For the adults there were brownies with raspberries, and wine (it’s just fruit juice!).
At first the girls were very shy, standing around holding hands. Seven pretty little girls in pink and sandals and bows, sugar and spice and all things nice.
That changed in a hurry. Before we knew it, they were tearing around the house like wild things … screaming and squealing and climbing rocks and running barefoot across the lawn and through the garden. Hats and braids were flying, ladylike behavior was abandoned. Five minutes were devoted to feeling each other’s forehead (“it’s sweaty!”) as proof of their athletic prowess. Only cake got them back to the table.
If there are more photos of some of the girls than the others, that is just because those one or two managed to sit still a little longer.
At the end of the day there was laughter, jealousy, name-calling, hand-holding, drama, silliness, and yes, even tears. After all, this is seven young women we’re talking about. In between the hair ribbons and polka dots and finger sandwiches, girls just gotta let their hair down. Happy birthday Sophie, thanks for helping me remember what it’s like to be a kid again!