But that's okay. If I were all alone today I wouldn't have sticky fingers brushing my hair off my face to see if I looked different since it's my birthday. I wouldn't have gotten an extended cuddle time with a diaper clad boy in bed this morning. I wouldn't get to listen to "Happy Birthday" being sung 10 times over by an enthusiastic preschooler. I wouldn't get to sit and read books about mittens and play games. There'd be no little boy to teach body parts to or get sweet kisses from.
So I'll take a day with these sweet hooligans and remember that they are a dream come true for this girl. A happy day to me, indeed.