Baby, thank you for everything, everything, everything. The kiddos and I desperately adore and love you and are beyond thankful you love us, even when we're all a-yellin' and a-hollerin' and driving you to crazy-town. Perhaps next year they won't wake up before 6:00 to celebrate your day and perhaps next year you'll have something better than Sister Schubert's and Folgers for b-fast and ice cream for dessert. Don't count on it, though. I love you, sweetie.
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