The kids were up at the strangely early hour of 5:20, and who was up with them? Me, of course.
But thats not the point of this ...
I came downstairs and told Q "Happy Birthday".
His response was a very big hug and, "Thank you for my birthday, Mom"
Not a bad way to start the day.
We are now at T minus six hours and counting until the party.
Let's just hope that I'm as ready as he is.
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