At some point during the day usually during a meal, the Big Guy and I recount the "Day You Were Born" story. Even though it is pretty much the say each year (the details don't change after all), they all love it! I love hearing what the older kids have to add to the stories of the younger ones. It's fun hearing their versions of when I went to the hospital and what they did while we were gone or what they thought when they first saw their new sibling.
I chose the breakfast menu this morning because Abby would have picked sandwiches. Call me strange, I just have trouble with sandwiches at 7:30am. We had chocolate chip pancakes. She had one in the shape of a 3 with a candle in it. She was completely enamored!
Abby's dinner choice was...hot dogs.
"Do you want anything with the hot dogs?" I asked.
"No thank you. Just hot dogs," she replied.
Here is the result. She was very happy!
So, it was a good day. When I tucked her in, Abby declared this the "best birthday I ever hadded." She's only had 3 and I'm pretty sure she can't remember either one of her 2 other birthdays, but I'll still take it. Abby Grace is ready to take on the next year.
I'm feeling a bit sad, however. At some point today, I picked her up and she took my face between her hands as she does several times each day to give me a kiss on each cheek. (There's a whole French thing going on here...we've no clue from whence it comes. Odd.)
The red thing in her hand is a pack of gum. HER own pack of gum which she got for a gift. She tried to go to sleep with it.