She just stared at her cake. I think she was tired. (I know she was tired.) Her cheeks were bright pink from being outside for all of two seconds. (Zero degrees chaps pirate cheeks like nobody's business.) And our Happy Birthday song had thrown her for a loop. (It has with all three of my pirates.) After she'd finished with (but not finished) her piece she climbed into my lap and ate the rest of mine. My darling Squishy Lou is officially two.
(We adore her.)
Happy Birthday, beautiful bright eyed sweetheart!
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