The day began early, with Bronwen talking quite loudly in her room. I would say screaming, but that makes her sound in distress, and she wasn't. I soon realized that she was actually calling for me. I stumble in her room, bleary-eyed, only to hear and excited, "Happy Birthday Mama!"
She was still in her bed, which is unusual in the morning, so I asked her if I could climb in and cuddle. She replied with her agreeable, "Oh sure!"
So i crawl in and she tells me happy birthday again. Then asks me why it is my birthday; I explain that this was the day I was born, etc, etc. She moves on to, "Are you going to have a birthday cake?" I told her that I hope so. She ends the conversation with, "I am going to celebrate your birthday, Mama."
Sweet--so am I.