Celebrating One. And Twenty.

My friend has the most adorable one-year old girl. And for some reason, whenever I see her, in my mind I become a bit - Scottish? Irish? - with the following sorts of phrases springing alarmingly to mind.

Aye, she's a bonny wee lass.Or: Oh! What a bonny smile she has, the wee one. Or: aye, she's a beauty, and a bonny one at that. 

Bizarre. KIND OF EMBARRASSING. But true. 

We celebrated her first birthday a couple of weekends back. Sticking up hair, the twinkliest brown eyes and a smile that could melt the edge off winter.

My lovely Immy made friends with lovely Emma. They were inseparable for most of the party. There were bangles, divided and shared. Fairies and other treasures to be discovered. And Amy, the doll,  handed backwards and forwards between them.

Matching husbands with matching smiles. And beers.


Her mama and I have been friends for twenty years. Two decades of celebrating the big and small things. A stint in a dingy London flat, awful jobs, boyfriends-turned-husbands, brownies, bridesmaids, and baby showers. So many laughs along the way, and more tears than could be reckoned with in the face of crushing, incomprehensible loss.

Sometimes we look at each other in surprise and wonder - when did we get married? And have kids? And stop BEING kids ourselves?

Since this post is about beautiful Mika celebrating her first birthday, I found an Irish blessing for the wee birthday girl. For all of us, really. Irish accent optional. 

May God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you, 
A moonbeam to charm you, 
a sheltering angel so nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you.
Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray,
Heaven to hear you.