I started 2015 off well. If your definition of well is actually disaster.
So if you are already feeling bad about your resolutions, here is something to make you feel better.
If you are super organized and a planner, please click away.
I might have planned a birthday party and sent out invitations without actually remembering to book the place where the party would be held.
So the day before said party, a new from scratch party had to be pulled out of thin air.
(Free tip: don't have babies in December. Plan for January, when things are much quieter. Take it from a mom with a December birthday, and a December kid.)
these sweet bows for favors.)
We ended up having half of the party here, and the other half 45 minutes away, instead of the planned meet in the courtyard adjacent to the place down the street from our house so I wouldn't have to clean after the post Christmas chaos and exhaustion. (Side note, if you are looking for a fun, affordable girly party, beauty colleges are a great place to go. Curls and updos, and glitter, and nails, and more glitter, and the students were so sweet to each of the girls.) Thankfully, this last minute scramble is sort of my theme for life, and I have very flexible and accommodating friends and family that do not act horrified when I drastically alter plans. OCD I am not.
So I don't even know where I am going with this, except to say that I am thankful for this joyful little girl, who has been talking about her salon party for the 364 days prior to her birthday, for the sunshine she brings to our life, for the friendship and grace we are surrounded with, for the fact that days like this don't need to be perfect, or styled, or pinned a million times on Pinterest. They can be last minute, and chaotic, and still filled with donuts and bunnies and pink and glitter and curls and laughter and celebration.
Because it doesn't get better than donuts and glitter.