The birthday girl

Three already. My goodness.

I wonder at what age you stop spending most of your child's birthday with a background internal monologue of memories?
"This time x years ago I was..."

I was a bit worried that the day itself would be a damp squib, after the excitement of the party at the weekend, and the excitement of her brother's birthday and family gathering of the weekend before... especially as big brother had to go to school, and Daddy was away with work overnight. But we managed to have a lovely day, if somewhat quieter and more self-contained, and rounded it off by going for tea with some friends after school at a nearby (very child-friendly!) pub, which was a nice way to finish.