I had big plans for Charlie's birthday. The LaMottes were coming to visit on Tuesday from Pensacola to be here when he turned one. I was going to vacuum and dust and clean the kitchen floor. I was going to make cupcakes Tuesday afternoon. I was going to make my Mama's homemade chocolate icing. I was going to get everything ready for his first birthday picture session on Wednesday morning. I was going to cook a good dinner and celebrate the fact that we almost had a one-year old.
I had plans.
Someone had other ideas.
Tuesday morning, about 3am, I awoke to a horrible feeling. And then spent the next 12 hours hovering around a toilet. Throwing up is the worst illness I can have (Marc even remarked that he had never seen me this whiny) and I caught a doozy of a stomach bug. So nothing got done. I barely even showered.
BUT. . .I woke up on Wednesday morning feeling a little better. I made the birthday boy some cupcakes and at lunch I slapped some store-bought icing on one of them and let him have at it.
So it wasn't the grand photo op that I was planning. But Charlie still turned one, we still had pictures made, and he still had a cupcake and I got some shots of it. And it happened when he was one and won't remember, not when he is six and upset that his birthday wasn't a spectacular event.