So Vivi doesn’t really like cake. Or balloons.
But she ate enough Mexican food at lunch to convince me that she is in fact my daughter.
She had a wonderfully simple birthday.
Her friends sang her Happy Birthday, something Addie has always hated.
Vivi seemed pretty thrilled with the whole idea.
Thank you for all the birthday wishes. One day I’ll be able share with her how many people have loved her since before she was even born.