Rosey's friend P turned four today - Happy Birthday, P! - and Rosey went to a pizza party to celebrate.
It was a lovely party - four girls, three moms, a dad, a grandmother and a grandfather - the perfect size for one long table, lots of root beer, and pizza.
Oh, and blowy horns. And cake. Ice cream cake.
'That was fun, Mama' said Miss Rosey on the way home. 'I love P.'
It's funny-strange to see her making friends, to think that these girls that laughed and giggled and blew horns at each other and chased balloons on strings could possibly be hanging out in my livingroom a few years from now, watching tv and talking shorthand about boys and teachers and lip gloss.
Or maybe they won't, but I'll still have the pictures of when they were terrific friends - on the day beautiful P had her fourth birthday.