1. Watch some Blue's Clues

2. Eat cake for lunch

3. Argue over whether M&Ms are a suitable dinner

4. Not end up intubated in the PICU

5. Extra snuggles

This is the day that I've dreaded and celebrated every year since 2009. It's the day Ike was rushed into the ICU blue and not breathing. It's the day I heard the words, "We only needed to do chest compressions for less than a minute." It's the first day I heard the words "Cincinnati" and "airway" in the same sentence. It's the day a very tired and talented intensivist, with kick-ass red cowboy boots, saved Ike's life.

It was the worst day of my life, the beginning of the worst week of my life, which in turn began the worst month of my life.

It's a day, week, month, I need to let go – to send soaring into the sky like one of those flaming Chinese lanterns. Let it go, let it go, let it go.

And it's a day for cake. For snuggles. For laughing. For celebrating.

I drink your milkshake, February 13th. And yours, too, equally shitty February 14th. I drink it up.

*points finger* *drinks milkshake*