Rose's 8th (last?) birthday party. I have been dreading this. And it's STILL snowing. I have ordered a ridiculously expensive and completely amazing cake which Rose and I trudge off in the snow to collect on foot while Simon blows up balloons - the whole morning is a nightmare in slow motion and Simon and I can't even look at each other.
But actually of course the party is wonderful and fabulous and a ton of fun - the house is full of gorgeous little girls being pampered and belting out songs out of tune to a karaoke machine and they are all hilarious and full of LIFE. Rose is in birthday girl heaven and the whole living in the moment thing really works. What a great afternoon. I want it to never ever end.
