Today is My Birthday

...and now I have that Beatles' song in my head for the rest of the day. Yay.

I was allowed to sleep in, which is a wonderful present all by itself. When I came downstairs, Zane ran up to me, with two cards in his hands.

"These are your birthday cards!" he whispered. I take the cards from him. He runs off.

"Why are we whispering?" I asked my husband. He just shrugged. My husband stopped asking why Zane does anything a long time ago.

I opened the card that has "Mama" written on it. It was a store bought card, but Zane tells me that he made it himself. And he wrote his name on the inside.

It was a great birthday card.

Of course, every letter looked like a capital E, but it's the thought that counts, right?