M is now 7. She celebrated a decidedly pink girlie birthday, a blur of My Little Pony and Barbie and princesses that had her absolutely delighted. Her cake was pink with white daisies and the look on her face was worth the trouble of decorating it.
Tomorrow the festivities continue with a sleepover with a friend, and mini golfing the next day, so all in all her birthday celebrations stretch over three days. Not too bad, when you think of it. I think one of the highlights of her day was when D took her out for an ice cream date.
Tonight I am a bit sore from Saturday's exertions, but I now have tidy gravel paths running through my veggie garden, a great improvement over the planks I had down last year. Muscles aren't too bad but I'm feeling the effects of not enough sunscreen across the top of my back.