To the Coolest...

Happy Birthday Coolio!

I guess you've left disco behind and are now on to Justin Bieber. From now on I think you're going to teach us what dance music is, instead of the other way around. I loved your 7th birthday party last year--which you planned all by yourself. You invited a dozen of your best girlfriends to a disco party at home.

  A month before, you made sure we started making glitter stars and disco balls to hang from the ceiling. I didn't realize you could make a disco ball out of old cds. ! We didn't have cds during our high school days. They were still vinyl records. I'll show you some vinyls one day.

You wanted black, silver and pink as your theme. You chose your outfit a week before, and made sure we loaded the iPod with our disco songs. I love those disco songs. It reminds me of my own disco days in a real disco. When I told my friends you were going to have a disco party, they asked "isn't she too young for a disco party?"  I had a big laugh and reminded them that nowadays, "disco" is just a theme, and no one was going to a dark place to dance with boys! Ewww, right?

 You specifically wanted a guitar birthday cake because you want to be a rock star and a lead guitarist. Hmm..rock and disco are not exactly the same thing..but never mind those minor details. 

You love music and  music seems to love you!

"Mommy, when you hear music, can you stop yourself from dancing?" you asked me once, bouncing up and down to some loud music. Ah, yes, I can. In fact I can sit through a whole dancing party and just chat on one side. But you can't stop moving--in shops and even in church--as soon as a song starts, you just automatically move to the beat. You are destined to dance! (but please not during mass)

This year you said you only want five friends over so that you can pay attention to everyone? I think that's a wonderful idea! You'll have lots of fun and I'll make sure your Justin Bieber cd is loaded into our iPod. Your friends might all want to dance too.

Happy 8th Birthday Coolio! 

Daddy and I (and G) love you very very much!