When I walked into the room last night he was tying a big bow around her chair at the dining room table.
Ribbons spiraled downwards from the light fixture and the moldings on the windows and doors.
Brightly colored helium balloons flew up from her chair back.
In the kitchen, he had just finished icing her cake.
He decorated it with her name in big, block letters and a giant number 3.
I had just finished wrapping what seemed like way too many gifts.
"Do you think she'll feel celebrated enough? he asked nervously.[K worries about these things.]
I reassured him that she would, but then later I wasn't so sure.
When we crept into her room to make sure she was covered up, we found her tossing and turning in her sleep.
After a series of cries and moans we heard her shout,
"I want a pony!"
[Uh... I'm afraid her expectations WILL NOT be met.]
I was still in bed this morning when she woke up and came out to greet her father.
I heard her draw in her breath when she saw the dining room.
"It's my birthday!" she beamed.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Gustav stays away.
There's still so much work to be done in the Gulf...