Happy Birthday, Annie.
What a day.
The heart pancakes Mommy made probably confused you about what a heart really looks like.
We tried to play your very first computer game (just like your brothers), but Mommy couldn't get any googled "online learning games for toddlers" to load. Thank goodness for daddies and pbskids.org.
Mommy lost her temper after you made a complete mess with the play-doh. She was upset with your daddy for volunteering at the Cannery today, and took out her frustration on you. Shame on Mommy, twofold. Don't worry, Mommy and Daddy are friends again.
We did have a lot of fun at Lincoln's gymnastics. Thanks for saying, "Mommy, I llliiiikkke you." That was so sweet. I like you, too.
The cake. What didn't go wrong. I'll leave it at that...wait, it was pink inside.
Dinner at McDonald's was full of adventure. When you and your brothers commented about the sticky floor, in bare feet, I almost gagged. McDonald's is not Mommy's favorite, but it's yours and that's what matters.
Cake, ice cream, and presents at Grandma's was exciting. Brigham nearly burned off his finger lighting the candles. Watching you open your gifts was delightful. You're so innocent. I love that.
Nearly everything went wrong today and you never noticed.
You loved the less-than-perfect heart pancakes.
You loved the mutilated cake held together by frosting.
You loved everything because stuff doesn't matter.
We were together all day.
That's what mattered.
You are our little blessing.
Annie, the greatest thing about today was YOU.