Can you believe little Norasora is foura? Because I sure can't.
We had a lovely day today celebrating this incredible little being. It started with balloons, pancakes, and pink champagne (a.k.a. lemonade).
Then some gifts, including a super pink scooter and a pooping pig (see the video), and a trip to the zoo with some family and friends to see the new elephant exhibit. We topped it all off with dinner at her favorite restaurant, and silly stories (mostly involving poop) on the car ride home.
What a wonderful day of celebrating a wonderful little person. It's really hard to put into words just how much I love Nora. Of course she's my daughter, and I can't help but love her like I love my lungs, but it's more than just that primal attachment—I love the person she is. If I could design a 4-year-old girl, she'd be it. She's so, so very funny; quirky as they come; unswayed by the opinions of others; fiercely determined; sweet, but not overly so; and just 100% herself. If she can hang onto even half of the good traits she's got now, she'll do pretty well in life. And she'll have a hell of a good time doing it.
Future Nora, if you're ever reading this, I want you to know just how much joy you bring to my life, and how incredibly, indescribably lucky I am to be your mother.