Happy birthday to you

8:30am and presents being opened. What a lot of gifts from very generous people.

A very rare photo of the weeWeir in the public domain. You don't get a lot of them. And this one even has me in it too. Fortunately, that doesn't happen too often either.

By 8:30pm the weeWeir was sleeping. It's the end of her fourth birthday and we're all pretty wiped out.

A fun day of family, gifts, cake and a visit to the National Museum of Scotland.

Perfect.

What a privilege to be a Dad.