Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday dear Marissa.
Happy Birthday, Thirty-two!

I’m in big trouble for posting Marissa’s age, but at least I left the pictures out.   She’s freaking out about being 32, so I figure the more she see’s the numbers, the less weird it will be.  Right?  We had chocolate cake for breakfast to celebrate, and since I didn’t actually have 32 candles, the kids and I formed candles in the shape of the 32.  With the candles that close together, it made about a 12 inch flame–Marissa’s lucky to still have eyebrows.

Anyway, here’s wishing you a special day, my older and wiser dear.  May all your (32) dreams and wishes come true.