Somehow, the universe rewarded my love of organization when I had my kids. They were born exactly three years and three days apart. My son on 8/18/18. My daughter on 8/21/21. I don’t know what I did to earn that math, but it makes me stupidly happy every single August. It also means two birthdays within three days of each other (technically three if you count my husband who also has an August birthday…its a busy month!). For years we escaped the birthday parties entirely. Cupcakes and a...