This morning you ran into the bedroom and woke your dad up by jumping on him and yelling “Happy Birthday Daddy!!” It wasn’t even prompted, you did that all yourself. And I know it made your dad so very happy. It was probably the best thing he could have woken up to.

Today we started a new tradition and you made your dad his birthday cake. You were so very proud of it and screamed about it when he walked through the door.

You did amazing and even picked everything out. From the flavors to the decorations. Even the candle, because “He’s 3, like me!”

Then you took your own picture of the cake.

And a surprisingly pretty portrait of me from your point of view.