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The first thing out of Mari's mouth this morning was "Happy Birthday, Mommy!" Brad left a card and wrapped gift on the table, so I'm guessing that is how she knew, as it has been mentioned in the last few days that my birthday was coming up, though I never said anything yesterday. Then, spontaneously, all three of them began singing "Happy Birthday to you" at the top of their lungs, even sticking "mommy" in the right place!

I'm a little puddle in the floor. That was the cutest thing I've ever seen or heard IN MY LIFE.

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There is a whole new dimension to my birthdays this year. I should I say, an old dimension has returned. Since I turned about 20 birthdays have been pretty much like other days. An *adult* doesn't get excited about their birthday. An *adult* doesn't expect presents. *Adults* virtually ignore their own birthdays and look slightly embarrassed if anyone else says anything. After all, none of us wants to get any older, especially after about 25 or so.

But, this year, the girls *know* about birthdays. The cat is out of the bag. There are special "things" that happen on birthdays. There is a special song. They *know* now. And will be sorely disappointed if the "birthday things" don't happen. Do you know what this means?

It means I have to make a cake. And, according to my children, it must have my name on it.

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Brad is bringing home enchiladas for dinner. The cake is ready to be decorated by my children using various sprinkles, candies and other yummy things. There is a bottle of wine in the fridge and French vanilla ice cream in the freezer. I got all three Harry Potter movies for my birthday.

Yes, I know it is a Wednesday and I'll plan better next time (we'll try *not* to have our celebrations on Wednesdays and Fridays in the future), but tonight we are having a PARTY!