Happy Birthday

Last night, at bedtime, I told a story.
Not a book, but a story.
A princess story...about Princess Ashley.
About how she arrived in our hearts and home 2 days early. About how she had her dad driving 80 miles an hour to the hospital before I told him "it doesn't happen like the movies. This baby isn't going to slide out."
About how dad wanted to "revisit" the names on the way to the hospital.
About how they said "it's a girl" at about 4:54 in the morning.
And about how she has been absolutely precious - albeit sometimes a turkey - ever since.
Princess Ashley arrived 3 years ago today in our house.
Happy Birthday Ashley.
In our house, you get to choose the dinner on your birthday. For example, my 5 year old recently chose salad, buttermilk pancakes and mac 'n cheese.And that is what we all had. Friends too.
Ashley wants rice. And quesadillas.
Maybe she will learn Spanish when she grows up? That would be cool.
And a heart cake too. Not sure why it has to be in the shape of a heart, but I think I can manage that.
I hope.