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I was awoken today with a loud "Happy Birthday Father's Day" from Ava. She was excited to give me a Father's day staple: a hand made card with glitter glue and cutouts. Absolutely perfect. Mae Mae joined in with a couple of loud squeaks and a surprisingly well crafted card. I'm amazed at such a young age how similar her handwriting is to Margret's. Because it was my day, we got to do a few things that I wanted to do: take a nap and eat cereal for dinner (although, from the looks of it, I should have had a V8).