It wasn't my birthday. It was the Munchkin's "Special Day" as we referred to it all day to make her feel like the Princess that she is, inside and out. However, I got a special gift at the end of the day. It wasn't something that needed unwrapped. No one handed it to me. I can't wear it. I can't even show it to you.

I got to tuck the Munchkin into bed and read her bed time stories.

You have no idea. Just absolutely, 100%, no idea what that meant to me this evening. It was an emotionally taxing day, at best. It came to a head at the Chuck E. Cheese birthday party when I realized that I left her birthday presents back at J & D's house, next to the front door. In our rush to get out the door, I simply forgot to grab them. I felt like a heel. But she got them when we got home. So, it's all good in the end.

The Munchkin gave us all goodnight kisses and went down to her bedroom with her Dad. A few minutes later I hear, "Jenna! Munchkin wants you to tuck her in." My reply? "Me?" I made my way downstairs and into the beautiful butterfly bedroom. I cuddled up on the edge of her bed.

I read her a Cinderella book about getting married to the Prince first. Then we looked at the picture of D, me and the Munchkin in my belly that sits on her night stand. We discussed that the Munchkin was in my belly. And that I had a belly button which was very important for me to understand, according to her. Then we read Love You Forever. I cried through the entire book. Not sobbing. Just those tears that well out of your eyes and end up pooling in your ear.

We cuddled for a few minutes. I asked if she was ready to sleep and she nodded her head. I gave her a kiss, told her I loved her and turned out the light. I cried the whole way upstairs.

There are moments in life that stay with us forever. Tonight will be forever in my heart. I am so blessed. This day is harder than most will ever understand. So I'll take these moments and keep them forever.

Happy Birthday, Miss Munchkin. I love you completely.