I wasn't going to do anything for Scrunch's birthday today. Christmas was a month ago and I mean, really? Who remembers their second birthday? I went back and forth and back and forth ultimately deciding at the last minute to turn Craft Day into Come Eat Cupcakes Day.
I get to do the cupcake thing when a host of women would give anything to have kids to bake cupcakes for. I get to glue bows on cowgirl hats (that she will refuse to wear) until hours after I'd rather be in bed because that's the chance I was given. I get the Christmases. The Birthdays. I get to be the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I get the first day of school, Halloween, and I get every day in between. There's another woman who will get none of these. Instead, she gave.
Happy Birth day Birthmom!
Thanks for being you.