You see, over the past four days he finds the perfect opportunity to get my undivided attention and wish me, his Mama, his favorite person in the whole world, a "Happy Berfday." (Ok, so, my title of being 'his favorite person in the world' is self-proclaimed...but this is my blog, and I'll just tell it as I see it.)
You think one may correct their child for wishing a Happy Birthday to someone days after the actual day...but not me. I won't care if 6 months from now he's still wishing me a happy birthday. Truth is, he just says it in the sweetest, cutest way your ears will ever hear. He says it with such a smile on his face that makes me go crazy and grab him up and kiss his soft little chubby cheeks over, and over, and over again! I could just shake him! ...but not in a weird "never, never shake a baby" way; in a loving, I want to hear you giggle and laugh and say, "more Mama" way.
Happy Friday and Happy Berfday, everyone!
-EmJ
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