She drew everything she wanted for a week prior, talked about it almost constantly, sang and bounced around more and more each day,  and finally she had her birthday.  We spent a quiet day as a family doing special things for her, like decorating, talking about how she’s grown, watching movies, eating pizza, making her banana-chocolate-cake-with-cherry-cream-cheese-frosting recipe, and, of course, opening presents.  I hope she liked it, I think she did.  And now my little girl is 7.