As I left to attend a celebration hosted by our running coaches in honor of our first half marathon last week, Tate pointed that we’d already celebrated-more than once.
“Isn’t this, like, the hundredth time you guys have celebrated?” he asked. It was a fair question.
My girls and I first celebrated by going out for Mexican after the race, then going out for dinner and drinks at a swanky restaurant later that night. A few days after the race, we got together again for another celebratory dinner and drinks. And now I was heading out to celebrate. Again.
What can I say? Thirteen point one miles seems like a great excuse to have more than one celebration.
Life is just more fun when you can recognize even the smallest victories. That’s why we celebrate the tiny things in our house.
It’s Friday and everyone’s alive! Let’s celebrate with s’mores and margaritas!
There’s sunshine and it’s 75 degrees! Let’s invite friends over for an impromptu bar-b-que!
And we celebrate the true milestones.
First day of summer vacation! That sounds like an excuse to get ice cream!
Carson brought home straight E’s on his report card! Let’s order pizza!
Ella had her very first dance recital last week and if that’s not a milestone, I don’t know what one is. She spent months learning her tap and ballet dance moves, set to the popular musical stylings of The Little Mermaid. On the day of the performance, I fixed her hair in a little bun and even let her wear a little blue eye shadow.
Her performance, well, it was wonderful of course. Eight little girls, ranging in age from three to five, each trying so hard to remember their steps, I’m sure you can imagine the talent. Ella concentrated so hard while dancing, her tongue sticking out with each step.
Obviously we had to celebrate the tiny dancer’s debut. Tate and Carson presented our ballerina with flowers after her stunning performance. She wanted a special treat on the way home and thought ice cream would be the perfect way to celebrate.
Carson vehemently agreed. “Mom,” he said, “it’s Ella’s first dance recital, we HAVE to get ice cream to celebrate!”
I certainly wasn’t going to argue with that logic.
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