All Hail The Queen

Friday was D-Day.

The day we have all been dreading.

The day one lowly chicken has been looking forward to ever since Jesus decided to trade with her.

Rebekahs fourth birthday.

The day went a little something like this:

Friday morning I walk into her room and find her on Brittanys bed, I sing "Happy Birthday" and she in turn looks at me and says "Mommy, its not my Birthday." I then tell her yes it is and that she is now four. We then get her birthday "C-roll" and put her birthday candles in it and she is happy to be the Queen even if she doesn't think its her birthday. She gets phone call after phone call giving her birthday greetings. She is happy with each phone call until she asks if they are coming to her party and when she does not receive the response she wants she is done talking to them. We move onto our routine and she is reminding us every five minutes or so that it is HER birthday, in ways like: "Justin, you have to play with me cause its my birthday" or "um, I get to pick cause I am four today". So we go about our day counting down the hours till she is in bed and not the queen anymore. Her party went well she did tell me that I had made an OK cake "even though its not red." Ah yes Queen Rebekah was happy with all her royal subjects. She went to bed that night a happy Queen. The next day she woke up and informed me that "Today can be my birthday again. Its ok with Jesus."