A bird flew into the window and you asked if it was asleep.

When I played the video of Dolly Parton singing “Happy Birthday,”
you thought she had recorded it just for you.

You asked if I put the same number of sprinkles on every slice of cake. 

After you wished for a horse for the backyard, I said maybe next year.

You asked if I had fun at Chuck E. Cheese.

When I told you about the day you were born, you wanted to know how you came out.

You stood on your tiptoes and wanted me to see if you were taller than the night before.

At bedtime, you asked if I would be there when you turn one-hundred years old.

If those were happy tears.