I don’t know what she wished for, but when I asked Cordy if we could sing Happy Birthday to her on Saturday and she said yes, I got my wish.
I can’t even begin to tell you how much progress is wrapped up in that one little song and her reactions to it. It was the main topic of conversation among family for the remainder of the party.
(And this year’s cake was different, too. We avoided the usual cake, filled with artificial ingredients and enough artificial dye to turn the Scioto River red, in favor of an organic cake, with real buttercream frosting, no artificial ingredients, no HFCS, and dyes make from all-natural sources. For the first time at a birthday party, Cordy didn’t get sick or have a meltdown after eating her cake.)
It was a great party.