reese turns three. i hate cats.

our little girl from thailand turns three this week, so today we threw her a big party with friends and family. the birthday theme was “hello kitty,” and she got enough hello kitty stuff that i feel a little like the creepy lady down the street. i’m talking there are cats everywhere in my house. blankets, coloring books, notebooks, stickers, backpacks, toaster. okay, maybe not that last one, but still, hello kitty has completely taken over.

i hate cats. i do. if you’re a cat lover, i don’t hate you. i’m sure your a perfectly wonderful person. however, i don’t get cats. they just seem a bit arrogant and sneaky. i hate cats. have i already mentioned that? i do, however, have quite the feelings for hello kitty. see, reese light up every time she sees anything with that little white kitty cat on it, so this cat hater will make an exception just this once because been smiling all afternoon.

my mind went back to her first birthday party two years ago. there was no room full of family and friends. no streamers hanging from the ceiling. no invitations were sent. in fact, reese wasn’t even there. it was a simple little celebration with ashley, hudson, max, and myself. we got a small cake, lit the single candle, and sang happy birthday to a little girl that we had yet to even meet. that may sound a bit strange, but we were so thrilled to be getting reese that we only felt it right to go ahead and celebrate her birthday as a family. a family that she would one day be a part. that was a special time for our family, but it’s so much more so now that she’s home. so, happy birthday reese. hello kitty is welcome here. But don’t even think of bringing home a real cat. i hate cats.