Rebecca's birthday evolved in an unplanned way - she was a sick girl, carried by her Daddy to the kitchen, which the boys and I had made festive with candles and decorations. The little party with her friends (her first!) had been canceled, and so had all other plans. And, yes, there had been tears, but that evening she was all smiles as she opened her presents and read all the birthday cards.
As soon as she felt better, she took the "secret journal" she'd received (it came with a small padlock & key, which she hid in a "secret" place she told everyone about) and wrote her first "secret" entry (which she immediately shared). Then looked up and asked me excitedly, "Mamma, now that I'm seven, what new things can I do?"
Oh, there will be many new things as this new year unfolds, and I hope that her enduring passion for life, despite all disappointments and difficulties, will grow stronger with each passing year.