Happy Birthday to Daddy

Yesterday was Andy's birthday. Fletcher tried to wake daddy up extra early by babbling and crawling all over him in bed. When that didn't work, he got up close to his face and then proceeded to slap him multiple times in the cheek. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.

Birthdays aren't exciting when you're a parent approaching the start of your fourth decade. There was no surprise party or balloons,  no big pile of presents or even 24 hours of complete relaxation. As someone who doesn't have much affection for cake, he didn't even have candles to blow out.

What he had was us.

And he was happy.