I have to admit that I have shed a lot of tears these past few days. They were tears of gratitude, happiness and nostalgia for the baby Maia once was. The following are a few pictures from celebrations we held in the little one’s honour.
This year we decided to invite only her closest friends to her party. There were as many children as if we had invited her whole class, but at least the people there were all close to her and, a couple of minor injuries apart, they all had a blast. A couple of days later we celebrated with her bestest friend who was over from the larger island for a couple of days. We had breakfast together and they spent the rest of the day playing and catching up. Then came Tuesday, her birthday. We had pancakes for breakfast (it happened to be International Pancake Day), she unwrapped our present (a toy pram which has all the functions of a proper one…very expensive but worth it) and that of Uncle Luciano, a dear family friend who lives in Rome and who always spoils her. He bought her Baby Annabell, a doll which cries (with tears), coos, babbles, breathes, sucks her pacifier and drinks from her bottle. I was as mesmerised as her by the new addition.