As I perused the faded photographs of the glorious 1980s, I noted the simple caprice with which birthdays were commemorated. Every annual Kulp family celebration was marked by two ubiquitous culturally iconic items: The cartoon inspired cake (i.e. Snoopy, Mickey Mouse etc…) and cheap-but festive- party hats. However, the twenty-first century birthday revelry demands much greater pomp and circumstance (read: financial expenditure). Developing an innovative, while still child friendly, theme was the impetus for too many slumber-less nights in January, until the epiphanous inspiration of uniting Butterflies (Eowyn’s favorite sign) and garden Roses (her middle name) to create the premiere party premise for a child who will only remember it by the copious pictures that capture its advent. Nevertheless, Eowyn was truly regaled on this lovely April afternoon; ensconced by lovely family (and prolific roses), she presided with the elegance of a Princess, even deigning to indulge in a small morsel of pound cake. Impervious to the physically domineering cousin Malachi, she opened the gifts with the aplomb of an (Republican) engineer. Though she declined the pink Champagne toast in her honor, Eowyn possessed a joyful serenity and appeared as though she was inscribing this precedential birthday in her memory. Of this (and her brilliance, Calvinist leanings and Reagan affinity), I am quite confident!
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