Littl’un has been asking about when she’ll turn four since January. Being in a nursery class with three and four year olds means that she’s been aware of her age. And her third birthday and last Christmas was a bit of an anti-climax due to her being under the weather.
So we’ve endured the near-daily countdown to December 15. So many days have begun with her proclamation that “It’s Zeddy’s birthday today” … her trusty zebra will soon be getting a telegram from the Queen at this rate! There have been hopes for a cake, and hopes for a party.
Her drive towards her mid-December anniversary has been endless. And this morning, a couple of friends from nursery came around to the house, Pass the Parcel was played, and top hats were consumed.
Does her anticipation not put many of us to shame when it comes to our waiting during Advent?