'You'd have to be half mad to dream me up.'
... and if one more person tells me we didn't plan the birth days of our children very well, I will shout at the top of my voice "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
How curious it is that we almost all share the same month to celebrate the day we came to our wonder-full lives.
How wonder-full that the youngest two share the same celebration, friends, party, celebrating themselves, and that daddy parties on down in the same week too.
How lucky am I, that I have one week of pure, unadulterated service to my loved ones, celebrating my children and husband. That the rest of life is put on hold while I concentrate my efforts in pure love, intent and purpose, that my whole being is poured into the family mould.
Everything happens at the right time.
And so it has been this week.
A family's celebration in love, wonder and awesomeness.
My boy showered in love and boats and car cake and berry smoothies and a day just for him, before we moved on to the next day with horses, unicorns, tea party and sleepover, ending the week with a tea party for our very own Mad Hatter, Alice, Doormouse and all our friends.