I don’t know why the sudden need to post this. I was on my Facebook looking at my almost non-existent updates there when I came across pictures from Phoenix’s third birthday. Mind you, she and Raven are of the same age so this was four years ago.

Four years.

I look at Raven now and sometimes I feel like I might cry. She’s slowly losing her chubby cheeks and now prefers to call her Papa “Buttcheeks” instead of “Puggy.”

Her sense of humour is getting darker too, but that’s probably something she inherited from me so I can’t really count that as a bad thing when it always cracks me up.

Aside from my unconventional decision to wear a subtly weird pink lipstick on this occasion, I remember this day being cold but the party and the people were warm. Like, you could really tell that it was a gathering of friends and loved ones Tammy and her family held dearest to their hearts.

It was an honour to be invited.

*Raven at 3 years old