Jane’s fifth birthday began like so many joyful milestones in our home — with frosting on the counters, balloons taped slightly crooked to the walls, and laughter echoing from the living room.
She was twirling in the kitchen, carefully (and not so carefully) covering her cake with an avalanche of rainbow sprinkles. My husband, Eade, sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, helping her arrange stuffed animals for what she insisted was a “very important birthday tea party.”
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