Six

I'd say she had a good one.  I'd say that her sixth birthday was pretty rockin', but that's just me.

Waking up to a super soft new dalmatian puppy (which now goes by the name of Suzie Bale) in her arms, seeing pink and yellow crepe paper and balloons strewn all over just for her, eating pancakes (in the shape of a ducky and the letter K, might I add) on the trampoline in the morning sun's warmth, noticing that there was not a cloud in the sky, and proclaiming,

"What a grrreat day for a birthday!"....

....swathing (cutting the grass for hay in the tractor with the swather) with Daddy,

and I'd say it's pretty safe to call her afternoon horse ride with Grandma and Grandpa "the icing on the cake". After all, she was riding solo.

Yup, it was rockin'. 

Wouldn't you say so, Tate?  

6 years old.