why we do what we do

Yesterday, we had my young son's birthday party at the noisiest place on earth.

Why? Because we love him and that is what he really, really wanted.

I cannot express how wiped out we all were when it was over.

But as I was towelling D. off after his bath last night (and boy did he need it. We all did!), I asked him if his birthday party had been everything he'd hoped for.

He nodded vigorously.

And then he said, "Actually, it was even better!"

So, I'd have to say that it was worth it.

And that I would do it again.

But I am really, really glad that birthdays come only once a year.