Hazel is four.  My sunny side up, sure-footed, blue-eyed girl.

We celebrated by taking her junking. She is a wee little hoarder and there is nobody more fun to junk with than her. She goes rushing through the door and dives into the nooks and crannies—-shrieking in delight at her finds. When she finished with one store she would burst out onto the sidewalk and exclaim “where’s the next store”.

She wore her princess gown in the grocery store and would grin from ear to ear when someone commented on how pretty it was.  She even got a dollar from one shopper (thanks, Judy, you made her day even brighter). She figured all the advertising balloons tied to the storefronts were put there especially for her birthday. We played along.

We shopped ourselves weary then went home for the party. Friends dressed up like princesses, gumballs, balloons, strawberry floats, twirling and sunset.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face, in a poof of princess gown tulle. What a precious girl.