In the morning my first born will wake up and scream "Happy Birthday to Meeeeeee!" I am absolutely sure of it. And he'll want fireworks over Mt. Vesuvius for breakfast, because he's really into birthdays that one. And balloons. And party hats. And garland. And candles for every occasion. I wish him all of it, because birthdays only come once a year. Happy birthday to Buby!!!!!!!!
p.s. We snagged this charming book at a yard sale a few years back. It always reminds me of my boy.