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Gone are the days when a birthday party consisted of playing Pin the Ta
il on the Donkey while eating pimento cheese sandwiches and whacking a pinata with a stick in the backyard. Nope, these days little girls are celebrating their birthdays by getting manicures and pedicures and drinking pink lemonade from sugar-lined champagne glasses. And what lucky little girls they are! Last weekend my pretty little niece, Belle, ha
d a "Spa Day" for her seventh birthday party. My sisters and I set up a manicure station, two pedicure stations and a "make-your-own-facial" station. Everyone had a blast and, when we could keep the girls from eating the cucumber slices that were meant to be placed over their eyes, we all had quite an unforgettable day. It just goes to show you're never too young to say, "ahhhh spaaa!"
Ahh, the chocolate Easter Bunny. Do you remember the first one you ev
er tasted? I can't say I remember the first one, but I do remember that the chocolate Easter Bunny was the one thing I looked forward to the most when I woke up on Easter morning. And not just any chocolate bunny would do. No, it had to be the smooth, milk chocolate, hollow kind. The one with those borderline creepy, almost hypnotic, sugar eyeballs that you could (and always did) pick off first and pop in your mouth one by one.
Watching my daugher giggle as she ate her very first hollow chocolate Easter Bunny reminded me that my joy and happiness is not wrapped up like it once was in what kind of car I drive, or whether I can afford the trendiest, most expensive clothes on the market. But it really is the little things in life that make you richer, and it is the memories you create that will stand the test of time.
il on the Donkey while eating pimento cheese sandwiches and whacking a pinata with a stick in the backyard. Nope, these days little girls are celebrating their birthdays by getting manicures and pedicures and drinking pink lemonade from sugar-lined champagne glasses. And what lucky little girls they are! Last weekend my pretty little niece, Belle, ha
d a "Spa Day" for her seventh birthday party. My sisters and I set up a manicure station, two pedicure stations and a "make-your-own-facial" station. Everyone had a blast and, when we could keep the girls from eating the cucumber slices that were meant to be placed over their eyes, we all had quite an unforgettable day. It just goes to show you're never too young to say, "ahhhh spaaa!"
