Happy Birthday Eleanore Sue!

First thing this morning, I set my blurry eyes aside and reached for the boxes on the top shelf of the closet. Boxes that have been collecting for the past couple of weeks, thanks to various friends and family members. Unable to see, I braved it down the stairs with boxes in arms, just dying to see the look on Eleanore's face when I yelled "Happy Birthday!!". In exchange, she yelled back "Presents!!". So we cozied up on the living room floor, got dolled up in our Aunt-Jessie-made tutu, squeezed our fluffy hair into some adorable yet deadly pigtails, and dove in up to our chins in wrapping paper. And just when we thought it couldn't get any better, Daddy rolled in the big guns...