Emma was so excited the eve of her birthday that she managed to stay awake till 11:00pm. She battled the forces of sleep with animated discussions of cake, candles and Aunt Julie’s imminent arrival, and then woke shortly before 6:00am, quivering with anticipation. She managed to contain her self for a little while, allowing Christine and me cursory showers and the luxury of clean clothes, but before 8 she had opened her first present, a new backpack a la mode penguin.
A fall at school blacked her eye but couldn’t cloud her mood. There were more presents—two (2) fun sprinklers to ward away the loathsome heat of the Philadelphia summer, new dresses, new books, tattoos—and a homemade cake with real chocolate frosting. Emma’s friend FZA (version 2.0) joined us for the coronation ceremony and cake.
Our eager, regal, brilliant daughter Emma is three.











