Spoiled

I am so lucky!  Yesterday, after spending my birthday at the three-ring circus (aka a class full of kindergartners making pancakes on the day of a full moon) I came home to a surprise party thrown by my own little clowns.

As I drove in, Steve had a birthday greeting for me...

the house was decorated

and even though I walked into a quiet house I soon heard giggling and "SURPRISE!!!!"

As soon as I got birthday hugs, it was time to do the cake walk.

 Yep.  My party had a cake walk.  Abby put Taylor Swift (obvi) on Pandora and off we went.  And although the winners never did actually get a cake, I had this awesome cake waiting on the counter:

We had to wait for cake and presents until Daddy got home from work but the kids found every last candle in the house to make sure that our dinner of leftovers had the proper mood lighting.

By the time Robbie drove up, they were pretty anxious to get onto the good stuff.

I loved my presents which were all things off the list they requested I write (a big change from last year when Ben got me a puzzle "so you can watch me put it together").  And the cake was delish.  But the best part was how much thought and time my sweet babies put into making sure that I had a great birthday.