Dear Jazzy, they say it's your birthday! Da-da-da-da. They say it's your birthday! Da-da-da-da.
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| So, find someplace cozy, relax, read a book, and ponder on the wonder that is you and how old you're getting. And please remember it's not that you're getting older, you're becoming that much more amazing. |
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| Just ask this trucker person. She thinks you're awesome. Really. Have I told you that I call Gracie, "Jazzy" at least once a week? Well I do. Especially now she has a guitar that she totes all over the house. She knows E minor. We've made up some dramatic songs. They usually involve something about horses and fields. |
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| Since you are five days ahead of me, I hope you enjoyed at least three of these. |
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| This lady hopes you did as well. |
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| I also hope you relaxed and watched whatever it is that Australians watch. With a big remote. I believe big remotes make life better. |
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| I feel good birthday vibes coming from our ancestors. Which makes sense as you have a lot in common: venerability, yet strength. |
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| I hope you ate some more of these. Because really, its time for a celebration! |
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| I also hope that Phil dressed up like this. Talk about a birthday present! |
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| Eat some more cake! |
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| I also hope that you planted a seed deep in your heart so it will grow and remind you of your awesomeness. |
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| You get this ribbon! Just like at the fair! |
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| And remember to party on, have an excellent year, and if you were a president, you would be Babe-raham Lincoln. |
