Of the five births through which God has blessed this family with children, I have only actually been present for one of them.
Doesn't that sound crazy? (Maybe it only seems so to me because it just struck me today.) :)
But it's not as crazy as the story of Step 2's birth. Of course I wasn't there, so I won't go into details (even though it's a great story), but it involves a dark-of-night visit to a private home in the middle of nowhere, the blaring sounds of Peter Pan in the background, and The Chief's intrepid mother wielding a baseball bat. And somewhere in the middle of all that, 18 years ago today, the world welcomed one of its most delightful-ever inhabitants.
Happy Birthday to our favorite Fanilow! :) (Hey! She heard that. And she's so cool she doesn't even care.)
Oh, how we'll miss you when you leave for college in August! ("We Can't Smile Without You!")
P.S. This just occurred to me too: Are you aware that you've blown out more than 350 birthday candles so far?
That includes the full complement of candles for each one of your birthdays, plus "one to grow on," plus double cakes ever since you turned 5 (one of the few mitigating "perks," I know).
It does not include birthday parties with your friends, cupcakes brought to school, extra candles in your breakfast sandwich, muffin, poptart or muffaletta, or additional cakes offered by extended family members if we happened to be visiting them near your birthday.
(Well, OK, so the jury's out on this one. I forget why there were two cakes, but apparently we didn't have 17 candles available ... so, naturally, we went with Roman numerals instead. So clever, I sometimes scare myself.)
It also doesn't include the "trick candles" on your 16th birthday cake, which you (good-naturedly, I might add) blew out multiple times. (We may be a mean ol' family, but we love you!) :)
Happy, happy, happy birthday!