They sang, and I paused to take it in. A single candle, stuck in the brownies. 3 boxes stacked, tied with a beautiful brown ribbon. Willa on Jim's leg singing along.
When they finished, she looked at me and said, "mama?" and blew, like she was teaching me, or giving me permission.
It was a happy birthday to me.
7 comments:
What a great moment to remember forever! Willa sounds like quite the little helper.
I don't know what it is about that song, but when people sing "Happy Birthday" to me, I tear up. It's so weird. I hope you enjoyed the brownies.
Happy Birthday!! Hope you enjoyed the brownies. That sounds ummy.
sounds like the sinkis had a great day to celebrate mommy sinki. yahoo for brownies for sure! i'm sure it was a happy birthday ~hgh
Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday! And now I want brownies! YUM!
Aww, happy birthday! And what a cute lesson from Willa. Starting about her age Maggie became birthday obsessed.
(Kerri, I cry when I sing it to Maggie and a little bit to my nephews too, so if you're weird I am right there with you).
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