Given their proximity to Christmas on the calendar, December birthdays are always at risk of being eclipsed by another widely celebrated birthday. I can’t believe I was ever concerned about that with Ruby. She has made it perfectly clear to the rest of us at Fry Lodge that the first half of December belongs to her.
Ruby turned nine on Friday. There was no school that day. Coincidence?
Breakfast in bed is a Fry Lodge birthday tradition. Ruby ordered nine waffles.
Her birthday cake request? Nine chocolate cupcakes. Candles to be inserted into her cupcake? Nine.
The number of guests to be invited to her bowling party today? Nine.
Is there a limit to our love for this little force of nature? Nein.