Most of the weekend went like this.
Mark: Happy Birthday!
Tate/Karen: Thanks!
Tate: No! It's my birthday!
Karen: No! It's my birthday!
Tate: No! It's my birthday!
Karen: No! It's my birthday!
Tate: No! It's my birthday!
Karen: No! It's my birthday!
Tate: No! It's my birthday!
Karen: No! It's my birthday!
and on.
| overwhelmed by boxes and bags |
| the big moment |
| a quiet moment among the pink |
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