Oh my, how time flies when a small child enters your life.
Yesterday was Romilly‘s fourth birthday. Four. Four years. F. O. U. R.
I took the afternoon off work and we all had a cool little party at my house. For those who don’t know, stashing your car, hiding yourself in a room walled off with streamers and crepe paper, and surprising your daughter in the middle of the day is apparently super-cool. Oh, and presents; they’re cool too. And all-you-can-eat restaurants that supply olives. Lots and lots of olives.
I sure hope that four year olds can’t overdose on olives.