I am cleaning off the dinner table while the lot of kids have disappeared upstairs with their father. I am not allowed to come and see what they are up to. Their eyes shine of excitement. They are bursting to tell but sworn to silence. They are wrapping my birthday gifts. Because that is how my man is. He brought the girls with him (Luca Bo went to a birthday party...) to go birthday gift shopping for Mama this afternoon. He makes it a "together" thing. They look and choose, shop, bring home and hide. And now they wrap it up. Together. He is good like that my man. He makes the day before Mamas birthday very exciting for our little ones. Happy birthday to me. All I want is endless love and great big cuddles in the morning and I am the happiest girl in the world.