Ineke's first birthday came just two days before we celebrated the greatest Birth and though I am considering celebrating her "half-birthdays" in summer from now on, somehow the FIRST birthday seems to me to be one in which the baby has really, truly been with us for a whole year.
For several weeks afterward, her birthday hat went missing and I wanted to wait to take pictures of her in her birthday outfit- hence me posting December 23rd birthday pictures on the eve of February. (Though, I've been known to be late with posting birthday photos anyway. Ahem.)
Knowing I have (Lord willing) many wonderful years of elaborate birthday cake requests ahead of me, I took this opportunity to make super simple cupcakes with super simple frosting. Ineke was only going to smear and smash her cake anyway, right? In fact, she very daintily put two little fingers in the icing and had a few tastes of icing and that was that.
Ineke's birthday outfit was made with the last remnants of fabric from another birthday dress. I had hoped to make a dress for her since skirts on babies are so funny looking- with their little potbellies hanging over- but there was exactly enough to do just a bonnet and skirt. There was exactly enough fabric with nothing to spare- and exactly enough leftover rabbit fur trim for the bonnet so I guess it was all meant to be. Her sweater was a hand me down from her sister. Back when I was a newbie crocheter and Adele' was just a pipsqueak.
I also made Ineke a birthday doll. The arms are outrageously long- making her perpetually offering a hug to any who lays eyes on her and her eyes are blue-gray just like the girl who she belongs to. I put a quick love patch on the back of her dress and a jingle bell in her hat. I had such a hard time deciding if it should be a doll with legs and arms or a baby with a poofy pillowy body. I somewhat regret my decision, but she seems to like it okay. ;-) When Ineke ripped off the top of the paper- she saw it was a baby and gave it an immediate quick hug and then unwrapped the whole thing and squeezed her hard and happily. It was the very best reaction a Mama could wish for. I posted all of the photos in sequence (sorry about that- one of the downfalls of reading a Mama blog) so if I scroll through really, really fast I can practically re-live the sweetness.
My girl. I am so grateful for her. I lament that she must grow in an age of confusion and suppression and decay, when women march with curses and crudeness and for the murder of innocents and yet I look upon that sweet face, the sweet faces of all of my children, and I see only hope. They are the change. They will change the world. She makes this dark, tainted world better already with her smile, her joy. And I will raise her to see womanhood as the great honor that it is- and motherhood as the greatest vocation- and children as the gifts they truly are. And the world will change. One little person at a time. Praise be the Lord.