So ... all that emo nonsense is over. For now, anyway. Once I got home from work, it was a Happiness Zone. A bit ghetto, perhaps, because I don't have a single birthday candle and so we had to blow out vanilla scented votives, but a Happiness Zone nonethedamnless:
And we really, really like ice cream cake, apparently:
You are my sunshineShe snuggled into my chest while I sang to her, and rocked in my arms, and told me exactly what I wanted to hear, even though I never asked her to (and she probably wouldn't have listened even if I had). She just knew I wanted to hear it, I think, and even though it was her birthday, she wanted to make me happy.
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray ...
Happy birthday, Sunshine. Mommy loves you very much.