Bruce's POV

I stood in our backyard at six in the morning watching workers inflate the massive bouncy castle. Beverly thought I was insane, she was probably right.

"Bruce she is turning two," my wife had said last night while nursing James. "She will not even remember this party."

I kissed her forehead. "But we will, and the photos will be amazing."

Now the yard looked like a carnival. Bouncy castle. Pony rides. Tables covered in pink and gold decorations. A custom cake shaped like Emma's ...