Birthday Sunshine

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:

And then we took a bath, and while we were waiting for the tub to fill, Cupcake asked me to sing her a song, "Sunshine" she called it, over and over again. You know the song:

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray ...

She 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.

Happy birthday, Sunshine. Mommy loves you very much.