It's OK, really, it's just the way it is. To me, Missy's birthday will forever be linked with Dad's illness. In some ways, it's a good thing. When dad died, I had a newborn to distract me. And now I have two great kids (and, you know, an OK husband) who will hug me when I feel down.
So, where was I? Oh yes, Missy had a great day, receiving not one, or two, but THREE Wiggles-related gifts. Gromit helped her unwrap, but she got the hang of it pretty quickly.
The Winemaker and I really didn't think things through - noisy toys so early in the morning. But the kids enjoyed themselves.
It was a brief birthday celebration as the grown ups had to work and the kids had to go to school and daycare. (Even though Gromit had tried to get a day off for his sister's birthday. He got a day off last year, for her first, so he thought he'd give it a shot)
Anyway, the big party is on Saturday. And like all parties for kids under about four, it's all about the parents. (and, in this case, the big brother). A celebration of the day our family became whole.
Happy Birthday Missy Moo Moo. Your adventure is just beginning.
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